I have absolutely nothing interesting to say today. My son is at my mom’s house and my husband and I have no work tomorrow. We planned to go out and have some fun…but instead I’m blogging.
Why you ask? Because we are boring, unsociable people once we leave work. My husband and I are both the type that sit in corners and look miserable at a party if we go by ourselves. If we go with someone social, I tend to pick up on their vibe and then my husband follows suit and we have a good time (mostly). If we go with just us, we both sourpuss the whole time.
We tried to get some people together, but to no avail. So, like so many toddler free nights, we are sitting at home drinking by ourselves being bored.
Back when we were younger we preferred this. Going out with others meant less time together. Less time for substance abuse, talking, and sex. Now, five years later, we want to spend time with people other than just us. We see each other every day and we talk every day about work, life, and what’s going on with our son. There’s no updates to give if we go out together. We just talk about the same stuff we did when we got home. Unless new things have happened, we’ve kinda said it all.
Don’t read that the wrong way. I’m happy we know each other so well that the only things we don’t know are the things that happened in the last 24 hours. Any story I tell is a repeat. So are his. It’s a safe place to be, knowing each other. We know each other’s issues and faults. There’s no surprises when my mood swings or he acts emotionless. We’re both hard to deal with to other people, but not as much to each other. It’s nice, really.
It’s just also boring when we go places. So we sit at home. Going places just isn’t fun without a group. Too bad we ran that group away that first year or two when we didn’t want anything to do with anyone that wasn’t us or didn’t supply drinks or pills.
In other news, I’m trying to make a Caramel Frappe and failing miserably.
My son also is unofficially kicked out of the speech therapy. He had his annual test today and is no longer speech delayed, so no more speech therapy for him. It’s good and bad. I’m thrilled that he’s come so far and is doing so well. On the other side of the coin, I’m worried without the speech therapy that he might backslide. His therapy was done from the state (federal?) sponsored program that pays for all kids (under 5 I think) that have a physical or speaking delay. No income maximum or anything. Just to make sure kids get the help they need. It’s a good program so long as you get one of the good therapists.
I guess my concern is that I’m not a speech therapist so I don’t know the best way to help him learn. I tell him what things are and try to get him to say it back to me, but beyond that I’m clueless. The ever present mommy worry – somehow, I’ll screw him up.
He’s not officially kicked out yet because they haven’t scored his test, but the lady that did it pretty much told me not to hold my breath.
Time to get speech therapy books I guess.