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Quick follow-up on yesterday's post:
My son woke up at 4 am, in tears. He's been sleep talking for a long time, which kept me awake because I knew all too well what he was dreaming about. I finally managed to comfort him without lying to him. I refuse to tell him "Yes, you'll see daddy soon" when it's not true. He needs at least one parent who won't give him bullshit. "I know you're sad, sweetie... It makes me sad too. It will be a little while longer to wait, I'm sorry..."
I know how important my ex is, in the eyes of my son. I try to allow this bond to remain and I don't want to hinder my ex from taking his place with Alex. Maybe it's time to review the custody agreement and make adjustments. I tried to discuss it with my ex to have his view on the current arrangement. Is it too often? Is it too short? I couldn't get any feedback. *shrugs* He'll leave it up to me to find a solution, again - that enables him to complain afterward. Geez.
Yesterday, Luke told me he had everything in order (mmm hmmmmm...) and to look which dates would be best with me for him to fly in. He can take either of the last two weeks of September. He submitted the dates I sent him with the bank and he will fly in on Sept. 17, and will leave on Sunday Sept. 26. These dates should allow us to attend both the Investiture in Havre des Glaces and our annual Fête des Bois here. This would also mean that his first real event (aside from our local gathering) would be a Royal Progress.
"What should I know? I don't know how to behave or what do do", he said, before adding "You realize I'll likely stick to you like glue, right?" ...Like I'm gonna complain? *lol* But I think it's awesome that he cares about learning about our ways instead of arriving with rigid ideas of his own without bothering about how we do things.
I'll start preparing some basic info for him - I'll be his very own personal Chatelaine! :-D He sounded a bit intimidated about attending a Royal Progress for his first event. I'll give him a basic run down about events and some info specific about Royal Progress and court, sprinkled with some customs and manners... He should be fine :-) I already contacted Ursion to help with garb, and I can share my feast gear with Luke. He should be set :-)
(On a side note, I don't know what happened to the fork I bought at Birka. I can't find it. This sucks because I've been waiting for 10 years to find a three "thing" fork (three instead of the 4 we're using today). I'll have to use modern ones...)
About 45 minutes ago, I received news that our friend Jean-Claude (aka Richard de Whitehall, formerly Jean-Richard Alexandre de Bois Gomin in the SCA) is home from hospital. He's been assigned to complete rest, which he doesn't take well in the slightest. He's 70 now and he'll have to give up several things he was doing. This doesn't set well with him. He's got several medication to take and the slightest thing exhausts him. He gets upset for small things, he doesn't accept being caged by his current condition... and some of this condition may turn out to be permanent. It makes me sad because there is so much more he wanted to do. To be confronted with the possibility that he may not get to do all he still wanted to do is probably the hardest thing for him.
See my wings, broken and stiff
My future now full of 'but' and 'if'
When you next lay eyes on me
Dare you not show me pity
For I was a vibrant eagle
Flying at the height of my dreams
Changing direction with the wind
Following my life's streams
I have seen so much from up there
Worlds many will ever only dream of
I fought my battles and came out victor
And flew even higher than before
See my wings, young one
See what I have become
But never forget, my young fellow
That even when tied down and low
An eagle's heart always will fly.
I hope he gets better.
I'm making a test tonight. I did not buy more diapers for my son. It's now so rare that he doesn't wake up dry that I'll have him sleep with his underwear instead of a diaper. If anything, I'll have to change my son and his bed once, which is still better than when he has nocturnal nose bleeds since blood doesn't wash very well. I'll see tomorrow how that went.
Still about Alex...
The vice-principal of Alex's new school called today to inform me about school transportation. Alex will travel in a yellow mini-bus! He's gonna be SO happy about this! Yay! \o/ Last year, when they had to change the transportation by bus for a mini-van, Alex was so disappointed... He's been talking about it for the rest of the year. That's very good news and I hope it won't have to be changed again.
Next week, from Wednesday, the teacher will be present at school. At this point, I'll call and see when I could visit with Alex, so that he can discover his new environment with a minimum of anxiety and meet his future teacher. I don't know if the specialized educator will be there, but at least, if Alex can meet his new teacher, it will already a bit easier for him to adapt to his new school and class. The TEACCH classes are not organized exactly like regular classes, but I think he will like it.
My son woke up at 4 am, in tears. He's been sleep talking for a long time, which kept me awake because I knew all too well what he was dreaming about. I finally managed to comfort him without lying to him. I refuse to tell him "Yes, you'll see daddy soon" when it's not true. He needs at least one parent who won't give him bullshit. "I know you're sad, sweetie... It makes me sad too. It will be a little while longer to wait, I'm sorry..."
I know how important my ex is, in the eyes of my son. I try to allow this bond to remain and I don't want to hinder my ex from taking his place with Alex. Maybe it's time to review the custody agreement and make adjustments. I tried to discuss it with my ex to have his view on the current arrangement. Is it too often? Is it too short? I couldn't get any feedback. *shrugs* He'll leave it up to me to find a solution, again - that enables him to complain afterward. Geez.
Yesterday, Luke told me he had everything in order (mmm hmmmmm...) and to look which dates would be best with me for him to fly in. He can take either of the last two weeks of September. He submitted the dates I sent him with the bank and he will fly in on Sept. 17, and will leave on Sunday Sept. 26. These dates should allow us to attend both the Investiture in Havre des Glaces and our annual Fête des Bois here. This would also mean that his first real event (aside from our local gathering) would be a Royal Progress.
"What should I know? I don't know how to behave or what do do", he said, before adding "You realize I'll likely stick to you like glue, right?" ...Like I'm gonna complain? *lol* But I think it's awesome that he cares about learning about our ways instead of arriving with rigid ideas of his own without bothering about how we do things.
I'll start preparing some basic info for him - I'll be his very own personal Chatelaine! :-D He sounded a bit intimidated about attending a Royal Progress for his first event. I'll give him a basic run down about events and some info specific about Royal Progress and court, sprinkled with some customs and manners... He should be fine :-) I already contacted Ursion to help with garb, and I can share my feast gear with Luke. He should be set :-)
(On a side note, I don't know what happened to the fork I bought at Birka. I can't find it. This sucks because I've been waiting for 10 years to find a three "thing" fork (three instead of the 4 we're using today). I'll have to use modern ones...)
About 45 minutes ago, I received news that our friend Jean-Claude (aka Richard de Whitehall, formerly Jean-Richard Alexandre de Bois Gomin in the SCA) is home from hospital. He's been assigned to complete rest, which he doesn't take well in the slightest. He's 70 now and he'll have to give up several things he was doing. This doesn't set well with him. He's got several medication to take and the slightest thing exhausts him. He gets upset for small things, he doesn't accept being caged by his current condition... and some of this condition may turn out to be permanent. It makes me sad because there is so much more he wanted to do. To be confronted with the possibility that he may not get to do all he still wanted to do is probably the hardest thing for him.
See my wings, broken and stiff
My future now full of 'but' and 'if'
When you next lay eyes on me
Dare you not show me pity
For I was a vibrant eagle
Flying at the height of my dreams
Changing direction with the wind
Following my life's streams
I have seen so much from up there
Worlds many will ever only dream of
I fought my battles and came out victor
And flew even higher than before
See my wings, young one
See what I have become
But never forget, my young fellow
That even when tied down and low
An eagle's heart always will fly.
I hope he gets better.
I'm making a test tonight. I did not buy more diapers for my son. It's now so rare that he doesn't wake up dry that I'll have him sleep with his underwear instead of a diaper. If anything, I'll have to change my son and his bed once, which is still better than when he has nocturnal nose bleeds since blood doesn't wash very well. I'll see tomorrow how that went.
Still about Alex...
The vice-principal of Alex's new school called today to inform me about school transportation. Alex will travel in a yellow mini-bus! He's gonna be SO happy about this! Yay! \o/ Last year, when they had to change the transportation by bus for a mini-van, Alex was so disappointed... He's been talking about it for the rest of the year. That's very good news and I hope it won't have to be changed again.
Next week, from Wednesday, the teacher will be present at school. At this point, I'll call and see when I could visit with Alex, so that he can discover his new environment with a minimum of anxiety and meet his future teacher. I don't know if the specialized educator will be there, but at least, if Alex can meet his new teacher, it will already a bit easier for him to adapt to his new school and class. The TEACCH classes are not organized exactly like regular classes, but I think he will like it.