One minor difference between now and last month, is that courtesy of the rain we received yesterday, the driveway is now a sheet of 3 inch thick, rather bumpy, ice. Rob's been putting some sand down --I think he's really frightened I'm going to fall and damage my expensive hip. Or the other one. When it gets like this I use my cane to go from the house to the garage, but when it's pure ice I'm not sure it matters how many feet you have on the ground. Three can slip just as easily as two.
We might have missed a little lice crisis. I say might because I'm not going to count us out of it for a few weeks. 17 kids in the two upper classes at Emma's school were found to have lice yesterday --pretty much all girls with long thick hair. Emma was found to be
I got a call a few days ago from one of Emma's classroom teachers because another mom had overheard her talking about cutting with a friend. Of course I knew where that was coming from. The teacher had already talked with Emma, but was calling me to make sure I knew about it. I thanked her, and have told Emma that perhaps school is not a good place to discuss Katie's issue. I've also suggested that she might want to try to nudge Katie into getting help from someone who has the tools and proximity to effect change. A school counselor, perhaps, or a teacher. Emma doesn't know that much about her home life --there is an unwritten rule with these kids that you don't ask too much personal information, especially things like last names, real phone numbers, or addresses. That's because all of us parents have continually stressed the importance of protecting that kind of information. Unfortunately, that makes it difficult to take any steps that might actually be useful in helping someone. Emma wrote her a poem.
Last weekend Emma spent most of Saturday at her friend M's home, and while they were doing stuff they were Face-timing with Katie. M's mom overheard much of the various conversations and said Katie seemed like a normal teen --she was working on an art project and was surprised that Emma and M had never heard of dying paper with tea. That's all I know, but it was somewhat reassuring.
In general my kid still seems fairly well balanced, and good at keeping the lines of communication open. Here she is working on her math homework yesterday.
It always takes a long time when math homework occurs on a day when her dad is teaching (math to college students) in the evening, and she has to rely on me for help. I can usually do the math, but frequently I can't explain it very well.