I feel like I have to write something here, even though it feels wrong and blah and I don't like it and I don't feel like I can be totally open and yeah that was a total run on sentence so shut up.
I've started the next semester in the endless (that's overdramatic; hell, I just STARTED) pursuit of my MSW. I'm sick of school and I don't like it but I'm doing it anyway. This week, I have to write a four page paper about abortion. Hey - light reading, NO? Perfect for a week 2 assignment!
Want to read my 4 SENTENCE paper?
- I am anti-abortion but pro-choice
- As a social worker, I need to learn how to counsel women fairly on this issue without letting my personal feelings (which are heightened since I actually held 21 week babies in my arms) get in the way
- I don't agree with most crisis pregnancy centers because I believe they are biased (even if I personally agree with some of what they say)
- I agree with the new law in Pennsylvania that prohibits most of the health insurance providers in the new health insurance exchanges not to offer abortion coverage except through the purchase of an additional rider - and this is because I find it patently unfair that infertility coverage isn't routinely offered EVER, but abortion coverage is. Either do both or do none.
I realize that was five sentences. I also realize this is a highly debatable topic that I am NOT interested in debating. It's not that I think I'm more right, it's just...look. I get it. This is a volatile topic. I'm sorry I have to write a stupid paper about it.
So. Chelsea is hyperactive.
I've known this for a while. She's physically hyperactive, it's not really an attention thing. She can't stop moving. I'm trying to determine if it's increased since she started anti anxiety medication. There has been talk about medication for this too. Oh good Lord, I don't want that.
I see her in school, and she has trouble stopping moving. At home, she plays with her Ipad and can't sit quietly to do it. She climbs the couch constantly, can't sit in a chair to do therapy most times. There's more; a lot more. I hate it. I don't want ONE OTHER THING.
For now, we are trying techniques such as letting her sit on a therapy ball instead of a chair so she can "bounce" but be in one place. OT is doing some stuff with her too.
NOT.ONE.MORE.THING.
My husband finished his second job. It was a temporary assignment. He was asked to stay on til the end of December. He chose not to. He wants to be home more.
I don't like that he's home more. Last night was Night One and I was so uncomfortable with it. I kept looking over at him on the couch and thinking, "Oh why are you here...I was happier for the two-plus months when you weren't." I was polite, we watched Monday Night Football and had supper. I went to bed early because I was really tired, not to be bitchy. I won't get accused of not trying, even if I'm not trying quite as hard as I could right now.
Without the income from the second job and without him securing a new job, we have enough "extra" income to survive two more months.
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