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Mar. 14th, 2014 08:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckOn the way to see the social worker yesterday, I got stuck in the front seat of the cab because there was someone already sitting in the back when the cab came to pick us up. The seat was so far forward that my knees were hitting the dashboard. It was pretty uncomfortable. The cabbie also gave me a hard time about Cordelia, saying that I didn't have a card that permitted me to travel with an assistant. He shut up when I pointed out that she's ten and not my assistant. I don't know what he was thinking.
I think we're close to meeting our goals for seeing the social worker, at least the concrete goals. We just need to get Cordelia to the point that she's willing to go to sleep without Rutabaga Stories. She's tried going without a couple of times. She doesn't like it, but she can do it. If we can get her used to doing it, we can try it when she's sleeping away from home. That's what she needs for fifth grade camp.
I'm not so sure that she's learned skills for dealing with anxiety in general, and I worry that she'll need those, maybe not right away but eventually. I was fine when I was in school. The routine of it was soothing. I knew what was expected of me and knew what to expect from school. I didn't learn any skills for coping with anxiety.
Cordelia is anxious about the decision whether to keep her at her current school or send her to the middle school. She wants us to decide definitely right now. We're waiting to see who they hire as principal and what that person has to say about how things will go. We've reserved a spot at her current school for her, and we're going forward with things for the middle school at the same time.
Last night, on the way back from Cordelia's soccer practice, Scott and Cordelia stopped at the new frozen yogurt place that just opened on Plymouth. I think it's called Orange Leaf. Cordelia got pineapple, Scott got strawberry, and they brought salted caramel home for me. I don't think I'd get the salted caramel again. It was a little overwhelming. I kept wishing for something to vary it.
Apparently, the place sells frozen yogurt by the ounce. I think Cordelia said it's fifty three cents an ounce. They also have toppings for sale, and they change their flavors every week or so. I need to bookmark their website so that I can check their flavors when Scott and Cordelia are planning to stop in without me.
More developments about the money stolen from the PTO last week-- According to the mother who runs bagel Friday, the cash boxes and such are kept in a locked closet, and only five people have keys. That means either that someone was careless with their key or with locking the closet or that the money was taken by one of those five people. It's unlikely ever to be resolved, unfortunately.
I think we're close to meeting our goals for seeing the social worker, at least the concrete goals. We just need to get Cordelia to the point that she's willing to go to sleep without Rutabaga Stories. She's tried going without a couple of times. She doesn't like it, but she can do it. If we can get her used to doing it, we can try it when she's sleeping away from home. That's what she needs for fifth grade camp.
I'm not so sure that she's learned skills for dealing with anxiety in general, and I worry that she'll need those, maybe not right away but eventually. I was fine when I was in school. The routine of it was soothing. I knew what was expected of me and knew what to expect from school. I didn't learn any skills for coping with anxiety.
Cordelia is anxious about the decision whether to keep her at her current school or send her to the middle school. She wants us to decide definitely right now. We're waiting to see who they hire as principal and what that person has to say about how things will go. We've reserved a spot at her current school for her, and we're going forward with things for the middle school at the same time.
Last night, on the way back from Cordelia's soccer practice, Scott and Cordelia stopped at the new frozen yogurt place that just opened on Plymouth. I think it's called Orange Leaf. Cordelia got pineapple, Scott got strawberry, and they brought salted caramel home for me. I don't think I'd get the salted caramel again. It was a little overwhelming. I kept wishing for something to vary it.
Apparently, the place sells frozen yogurt by the ounce. I think Cordelia said it's fifty three cents an ounce. They also have toppings for sale, and they change their flavors every week or so. I need to bookmark their website so that I can check their flavors when Scott and Cordelia are planning to stop in without me.
More developments about the money stolen from the PTO last week-- According to the mother who runs bagel Friday, the cash boxes and such are kept in a locked closet, and only five people have keys. That means either that someone was careless with their key or with locking the closet or that the money was taken by one of those five people. It's unlikely ever to be resolved, unfortunately.
