My leg hurts. Specifically, my left knee. Two years ago I tore my ACL and meniscus but after a while it seemed to heal and life went on. I even did a couple of 5k's, remember? Well, a little over a week ago, I guess, my knee started bothering me again. Darn. Figured I somehow aggravated the old injury (not, it's not from playing football). When I couldn't take it anymore, it is hard to walk when your knee doesn't cooperate, I went back to the orthopedist. Didn't have to have a new MRI (thank you!), but he explained that the ACL and meniscus don't heal, really, they just stopped hurting and I mostly forgot about them until now when I somehow managed to aggravate them and probably rip them more. Wonderful. Supposedly the surgery to repair the meniscus is not so bad, done arthroscopically and just a couple of weeks of crutches and PT, but ACL repair is B-A-D. Plus, I do not want to have surgery! So, I'm wearing my brace from the last time and taking Aleve per doctor's orders and keeping my fingers crossed that the knee decides to behave. Please?
I got to my meeting tonight an hour late. I had it on my calendar for 7 pm - ALL of my meetings seem to start at 7, but go figure, tonight's was at 6. Nothing like showing up an hour late - you can't even ask questions because you have to assume whatever you don't know has already been covered. And the next meeting is scheduled for Tuesday night, I can't go, busy, so it got moved to Wednesday night....can't go, busy. AARGH!
And I go to these committee meetings and I give my input and get my assignments and wonder what the heck is everyone else doing? I love our synagogue - the people we've met are all awesome, the Rabbi is wonderful, we're all starting to make friends....but it's the same small group of people as the core on every committee. Which is a great way to burn people out. And then you get people who want programs and events but aren't willing to help out. I don't get that....not even a little bit? I think more people would help out if they could avoid the meetings and committees and just do specific, one time tasks. Others agree with me, so we're going to try to get people to sign up for just that - a one-time, specific, finite task. How hard can that be, right?
And what makes it even more frustrating is that one of the main reasons I moved us from our old synagogue to the new one (which we love) was because of a lack of programming. And now they've been doing lots. And they didn't require a mitzvah project for the bar and bat mitzvah kids, something I think is important ...and guess what? I got an invitation to participate in a mitzvah project for one of the kids from the old synagogue (I think she forgot to take me off her class list). Good project, too. Which reminds me I need to sit down with Aubrey and see if we can come up with a general idea of what she's going to do - but I think I need to get the parameters from the synagogue first. Don't want to plan something and have her get excited and then have to shoot it down. She's very sensitive about stuff.
Aubrey went to Repticon on Mother's Day. No, absolutely not with me! It's a big reptile show at the fairgrounds. Yuck! I gave her money to get in and buy a snack/drink and told her she was not to bring home anything alive. So, what does she do? She splits the cost of a leopard gecko with her friend and the gecko is at the friend's house. BUT, she keeps saying it's really her gecko and she wants it here. To the point of tears when we say no. Did I not make myself clear about no reptiles coming home to this house? Okay, I'll admit it, I did just roll my eyes. Beauty is definitely in the eye of the beholder when it comes to reptiles! So we've had a lot of anger and weeping because both Ron and I said no to the gecko coming here...although Ron didn't really say it so nicely. The two of them can really go at it and know just what buttons to push. Made for a lovely end to the evening.
And I am majorly stressed about Aubrey's schooling. She may not be invited to return to her present school
- we've had some issues there this year, as you know - and it's not like we love the school, although she is reading a lot better and they say academically she's doing really well. But she did not get into the school I wanted her to go to, and now we're not sure what we/she are going to do. We have one more school to look at that might be a possibility, but I'm not sold on it from their website. But I am definitely not sold on the idea of her going to the public middle school either. That's about the only thing Ron and I agree on about her schooling - we both think she's in for quite the rude awakening - and TOUGH year - if she winds up in the public school.
And of course, Devon has her heart set of staying at the gymnastics place for aftercare next year, even though she doesn't want to do gymnastics anymore. She just loves the aftercare people and activities. The problem is, it's expensive because it includes a gymnastics class every day. Once I told her she's probably not going back, and why, she's been trying to force herself to go to occasional classes. Which I don't want her to do - I want her to go to the classes if she wants to, not because she feels she has to in order to stay there. I really need to call the person in charge and see if they would give me a reduced rate for her to go for aftercare with no classes. I doubt it, but you never know until you ask, right?
What else can I whine, I mean vent, about? I changed the lock on the snack bin because somehow the snacks kept disappearing. Of course, neither girl was responsible....and lo and behold, not only are the snacks still disappearing,today the culprit didn't even bother to re-lock the trunk! I need to get either a nanny cam or a home fingerprint kit. And as far as Ron is concerned, it's all my fault because I buy stuff that the girls want to eat (?????). I buy it for the lunches and snacks they have to bring to school. What should I buy, stuff they don't like?! But now I'm out of stuff and am down to the things that are left because they don't like it...you know, the\flavors of things they throw into multi-packs because they don't sell, or the stuff that looks great but the kids hate and refuse to eat? It's a losing battle.
Well, at least work is going well. Not exciting, but nothing really to complain about. And I guess that's a good thing....I can go there to relax....and whine....I mean, vent, when my co-workers ask me how's it going? Oh, you mean they're just being polite and don't really want to know? Don't get me started (again!)
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