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Jun. 13th, 2011 12:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckLast week was busy, especially Friday and Saturday. I got a little writing done but stalled out again. I'm starting to really fear that I won't finish this story. It's due in nine or ten days (I have to check the sign up data), and I'm getting nowhere. I've never before failed to finish a fic for a challenge like this. It scares me a little to think that I've lost my ability to write to deadline.
Monday was my six months dental appointment. They found a cavity-- One of my fillings had pulled away from the tooth just enough to let bacteria in. They only found it because they did x-rays. I'll be going back for the new filling on Thursday. I'm just glad to get it in before school ends.
That evening, the school had a fund raiser. They had nine holes of miniature golf set up in the gym. I don't know where they got the set up and the putters and all. That started at six, and Delia and I rushed through nine holes so that we could get out of there in time to get her to Brownies. We had just enough time to buy her a meal (hotdog, watermelon, chips and a drink) in the cafeteria after golfing. Scott was disappointed to miss out, but he didn't finish showering in time.
That was Delia's last Brownies meeting for the school year. She came home with about half a dozen different ziploc bags, each containing parts for a different craft project. I think most of them have gotten lost by now, but they may turn up again. She really wants to make goo. I'm less enthusiastic because I remember how the last batch, made at a meeting, sat in its container on the table for weeks until we threw it out. Delia liked it in theory but didn't really like handling it.
Tuesday was the last practice session for Rock Hunters. Scott decided to make 'conglomerate' by using several different cereals and marshmallows (I can't call them 'rice crispy treats' when he used other things). The boy on the team was intrigued but refused to try the resulting treat. I think he was being reasonably cautious-- He has a peanut allergy, and I think he wanted his parents to okay things before he took the risk of eating. Only one of the cereals Scott used had allergen information. That surprised me. At any rate, the boy's father okayed the cereals, and they took some treats home with them.
Wednesday, I got a bit of a breather. I went in and shelved books in the school library in the morning. There was another parent volunteer there just then, so I wasn't really necessary. We split the shelving, and I left after about twenty minutes.
Thursday morning, I saw my psychiatrist. We talked a bit about the upcoming stresses in my life, and she wrote me a prescription for Ativan. I've never tried anything like that for acute anxiety situations, so I was a bit hesitant. I tend to react to relaxants by becoming more anxious as I feel my alertness slipping. I've learned to allow the relaxing that comes with a small amount of alcohol, but that took years.
Thursday afternoon, we had the last soccer practice of the season. Delia and I didn't have to take our usual bus trip to Olsen Park because the girl who we usually travel with had an after school activity at the school. She and her mother picked us up at home after that was over. The practice ended with a scrimmage between the parents and the kids. At Delia's request, Scott showed up for that. It was nine girls against four parents and ended in a 3-3 tie.
Friday was the PTO's big fund raiser for the year, the ice cream social. I dislike the whole thing almost as much as Delia loves it. There are too many people in too little space for me. Still, I volunteered. They were desperately pleading for volunteers to help run things, and I thought that I could manage half an hour of running a game.
I ended up assigned to one of the outdoor attractions, bounce house #2 (#1 was in the library and was for little ones). I was very glad that I'd dressed for the weather. It was about sixty degrees and only just dry enough to have anything outdoors at all. It had been raining not even three hours before. I ran the bounce house for about forty minutes because the woman who was to take over from me came late. The big excitement came when the roof of the structure came down twice. The first time, it turned out that the air intake tube was twisted. The second time, a largish boy rolled off the side of the house, pulling everything down.
By the time my shift ended, I was starving. Unfortunately, none of the available food was edible by me. Well, I suppose I could have had a cup of ice cream. That just seemed wrong when what I really wanted was dinner. I stuck around for most of the rest of the ice cream social, taking Delia around when Scott wanted to look at the silent auction and the raffle items (Delia was not about to waste time on such trivialities). Delia won a pan of brownies in the cake walk. I finally went home at about a quarter to eight. It was a relief to get dinner.
I'm not sure why I didn't panic at the ice cream social. It's the sort of situation tailor made to spike my anxiety, especially when I was running the bounce house. In some ways, I suppose I was in the state where my anxiety won't let me panic because panic is too risky. I just sort of turn off my reactions while I do what has to be done. I pay for it in exhaustion afterwards (and I was in bed by 9:30 Friday night).
Saturday morning was the Science Olympiad. We were fortunate to have a late start time for our event, so we didn't arrive until a bit after 10:30. The event was at Pioneer High School, with the cafeteria as the main center of activity for all those not currently in an event. The crowds did set off my anxiety more than a little, especially because I had nothing concrete to do except to escort the kids to event sign in and to wait there while they competed. Parents and coaches and such weren't allowed in the competition area, just the kids and the people actually running the events.
We only stayed for part of the awards ceremony, just long enough to find out that our team didn't place in the top five (the kids were disappointed but took it better than some other kids did). When we left, it was after 1:00, and we were starving. They were selling pizza in the cafeteria, but that wasn't an option for us (I can't eat tomatoes. Delia dislikes tomato sauce. Scott has to be cautious about any trace of beef, including contaminated serving utensils).
We went to Olga's for lunch. We had bought an Olga's gift card some months ago through the PTO's scrip program and not gotten around to using it. This seemed like a good time to do so.
After lunch, I worked on laundry, and Scott and I changed the sheets on our bed. I desperately wanted a nap, but we had a soccer game to prepare for. The game was at 5:30, across town. Scott's parents came to watch. They let me use one of their chairs as we'd forgotten ours.
The game was a bit depressing. The other team was really good, and they kept scoring. Our girls didn't manage even one goal. The final score was six or seven to zero. It didn't help that a couple of team members were absent, so the girls weren't getting the rest time they would normally.
After the game, the coach gave out participation certificates, and I overheard him telling another mother that he doesn't expect to be coaching come fall. He said that his daughter is probably going to be doing something else instead of soccer. We'll miss him. He's been coaching since Delia was in kindergarten, and we've only had one season on a different team.
We took Scott's parents to dinner at Applebee's. Delia ate everything on her plate plus a portion of Scott's mother's meal. I guess the long, active day was catching up with her.
Monday was my six months dental appointment. They found a cavity-- One of my fillings had pulled away from the tooth just enough to let bacteria in. They only found it because they did x-rays. I'll be going back for the new filling on Thursday. I'm just glad to get it in before school ends.
That evening, the school had a fund raiser. They had nine holes of miniature golf set up in the gym. I don't know where they got the set up and the putters and all. That started at six, and Delia and I rushed through nine holes so that we could get out of there in time to get her to Brownies. We had just enough time to buy her a meal (hotdog, watermelon, chips and a drink) in the cafeteria after golfing. Scott was disappointed to miss out, but he didn't finish showering in time.
That was Delia's last Brownies meeting for the school year. She came home with about half a dozen different ziploc bags, each containing parts for a different craft project. I think most of them have gotten lost by now, but they may turn up again. She really wants to make goo. I'm less enthusiastic because I remember how the last batch, made at a meeting, sat in its container on the table for weeks until we threw it out. Delia liked it in theory but didn't really like handling it.
Tuesday was the last practice session for Rock Hunters. Scott decided to make 'conglomerate' by using several different cereals and marshmallows (I can't call them 'rice crispy treats' when he used other things). The boy on the team was intrigued but refused to try the resulting treat. I think he was being reasonably cautious-- He has a peanut allergy, and I think he wanted his parents to okay things before he took the risk of eating. Only one of the cereals Scott used had allergen information. That surprised me. At any rate, the boy's father okayed the cereals, and they took some treats home with them.
Wednesday, I got a bit of a breather. I went in and shelved books in the school library in the morning. There was another parent volunteer there just then, so I wasn't really necessary. We split the shelving, and I left after about twenty minutes.
Thursday morning, I saw my psychiatrist. We talked a bit about the upcoming stresses in my life, and she wrote me a prescription for Ativan. I've never tried anything like that for acute anxiety situations, so I was a bit hesitant. I tend to react to relaxants by becoming more anxious as I feel my alertness slipping. I've learned to allow the relaxing that comes with a small amount of alcohol, but that took years.
Thursday afternoon, we had the last soccer practice of the season. Delia and I didn't have to take our usual bus trip to Olsen Park because the girl who we usually travel with had an after school activity at the school. She and her mother picked us up at home after that was over. The practice ended with a scrimmage between the parents and the kids. At Delia's request, Scott showed up for that. It was nine girls against four parents and ended in a 3-3 tie.
Friday was the PTO's big fund raiser for the year, the ice cream social. I dislike the whole thing almost as much as Delia loves it. There are too many people in too little space for me. Still, I volunteered. They were desperately pleading for volunteers to help run things, and I thought that I could manage half an hour of running a game.
I ended up assigned to one of the outdoor attractions, bounce house #2 (#1 was in the library and was for little ones). I was very glad that I'd dressed for the weather. It was about sixty degrees and only just dry enough to have anything outdoors at all. It had been raining not even three hours before. I ran the bounce house for about forty minutes because the woman who was to take over from me came late. The big excitement came when the roof of the structure came down twice. The first time, it turned out that the air intake tube was twisted. The second time, a largish boy rolled off the side of the house, pulling everything down.
By the time my shift ended, I was starving. Unfortunately, none of the available food was edible by me. Well, I suppose I could have had a cup of ice cream. That just seemed wrong when what I really wanted was dinner. I stuck around for most of the rest of the ice cream social, taking Delia around when Scott wanted to look at the silent auction and the raffle items (Delia was not about to waste time on such trivialities). Delia won a pan of brownies in the cake walk. I finally went home at about a quarter to eight. It was a relief to get dinner.
I'm not sure why I didn't panic at the ice cream social. It's the sort of situation tailor made to spike my anxiety, especially when I was running the bounce house. In some ways, I suppose I was in the state where my anxiety won't let me panic because panic is too risky. I just sort of turn off my reactions while I do what has to be done. I pay for it in exhaustion afterwards (and I was in bed by 9:30 Friday night).
Saturday morning was the Science Olympiad. We were fortunate to have a late start time for our event, so we didn't arrive until a bit after 10:30. The event was at Pioneer High School, with the cafeteria as the main center of activity for all those not currently in an event. The crowds did set off my anxiety more than a little, especially because I had nothing concrete to do except to escort the kids to event sign in and to wait there while they competed. Parents and coaches and such weren't allowed in the competition area, just the kids and the people actually running the events.
We only stayed for part of the awards ceremony, just long enough to find out that our team didn't place in the top five (the kids were disappointed but took it better than some other kids did). When we left, it was after 1:00, and we were starving. They were selling pizza in the cafeteria, but that wasn't an option for us (I can't eat tomatoes. Delia dislikes tomato sauce. Scott has to be cautious about any trace of beef, including contaminated serving utensils).
We went to Olga's for lunch. We had bought an Olga's gift card some months ago through the PTO's scrip program and not gotten around to using it. This seemed like a good time to do so.
After lunch, I worked on laundry, and Scott and I changed the sheets on our bed. I desperately wanted a nap, but we had a soccer game to prepare for. The game was at 5:30, across town. Scott's parents came to watch. They let me use one of their chairs as we'd forgotten ours.
The game was a bit depressing. The other team was really good, and they kept scoring. Our girls didn't manage even one goal. The final score was six or seven to zero. It didn't help that a couple of team members were absent, so the girls weren't getting the rest time they would normally.
After the game, the coach gave out participation certificates, and I overheard him telling another mother that he doesn't expect to be coaching come fall. He said that his daughter is probably going to be doing something else instead of soccer. We'll miss him. He's been coaching since Delia was in kindergarten, and we've only had one season on a different team.
We took Scott's parents to dinner at Applebee's. Delia ate everything on her plate plus a portion of Scott's mother's meal. I guess the long, active day was catching up with her.
