Monday, September 26, 2011
Sales
I have sold two Giver novel units on teacherpayteachers. I beleive I have made $12 but it feels good and is incredibly motivational. Maybe I should do more?? I have been working on a test prep powerpoint, but it is painful. My thought was it woud sell. But maybe I should work on stuff I actually enjoy doing. It's just a hell of a lot of work for two sales. I'm going to wait for five sales and then move on to another book. The current bestseller is the Hunger Games - maybe I should do novel units on new popular novels instead of the older classic YA texts. mmmm, but first I will have another baby and figure out if I have enough time and energy to eat and sleep.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
acupuncture trial
Rose is having a week of melt-downs. Music class ended early with me getting a waterbottle slammed into my teeth, yesterday she spent a good five minutes crying on the front step because she didn;t want to walk up and today, at Please Touch, she lay on the floor screaming becaue she didn;t want an apple. I think the answer is more food. All these melt downs seem to happen mid-morning. She wakes up and has a bottle and then very little breakfast. By 10.00am she needs a substantial snack, which in the last week we haven;t been having. My plan is to get more breakfast in the little madame and hopefully we can avoid apples being flung across the floor of the Please Touch Museum.
I had my first taste of acupuncture today. The right side of my bottom is taking the brunt of the baby and has been painful for months now. In the last couple of weeks, I've had some stop and gather moments with pain shooting down my leg. I learned the acupuncture cost $15 and decided to give it a go. It was a very pleasant experience, once you get past the idea of twenty small needles sticking in your limbs, face and head. It is a communal approach to alternative medicine with everyone needled and reclining in chairs in the same room. The lights are low and the air conditioning buzzes. I was encouraged to stay as long as I wanted and make eye contact with a member of staff when I felt "done". A couple of the needles hurt as they went in, but the pain disappeared just as quickly. I was able to close my eyes and almost relax - I found it a little hard to completely give in due to the tiny needles and the two and a half hour nap I had taken two hours before. The woman next to me was snoring. Four hours later and I am pain free. We will see if that is still the case in the morning. Does it really work or is it all in my head?
I had my first taste of acupuncture today. The right side of my bottom is taking the brunt of the baby and has been painful for months now. In the last couple of weeks, I've had some stop and gather moments with pain shooting down my leg. I learned the acupuncture cost $15 and decided to give it a go. It was a very pleasant experience, once you get past the idea of twenty small needles sticking in your limbs, face and head. It is a communal approach to alternative medicine with everyone needled and reclining in chairs in the same room. The lights are low and the air conditioning buzzes. I was encouraged to stay as long as I wanted and make eye contact with a member of staff when I felt "done". A couple of the needles hurt as they went in, but the pain disappeared just as quickly. I was able to close my eyes and almost relax - I found it a little hard to completely give in due to the tiny needles and the two and a half hour nap I had taken two hours before. The woman next to me was snoring. Four hours later and I am pain free. We will see if that is still the case in the morning. Does it really work or is it all in my head?
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
One month to go
My memory has never been great; my memories of school are spotty and I regularly nod along as people reminisce about past events I was involved with but can;t really remember. As R. grows and this little man is about to make his appearance I am resolved to prop up my crummy memory with writing and photos. I'm definitely a visual learner, maybe I'm a visual rememberer as well.
Today's reminisce: I've been slacking on changing the Montessori works in the playroom so rallyed myself (after an hour nap) to create some more. The web has exploded with examples since the beginning of school and I really don't have to be creative, I just have to copy. I spent thirty minutes creating four new "works": a pouring activity with dried beans, a spooning activity with pompoms, a slotting activity with straws and an old yogurt pot and an open/close activity with various bags. R. explored the pompoms and the beans. I repeatedly reinforced the mat and keeping everything in one place, I feel like I will be doing this for a while. So all was good, and then B. came home. I'm making dinner and he complained about having pasta again, then we had the following conversation
"Are these from the packet of beans I bought this weekend?" (shouted from the playroom to the kitchen
"Yes, I used two tablespoons. Why, do you need me to go and buy you more?"
"Yes I do"
DICK. What a dick thing to say. Here are my problems with this dick thing to say. 1. I have used some beans that would have sat in the cupboard for months before he got around to making anything. 2. They are dried beans. 3. If something has happened during the day, there is no reason to snap at me about beans. Urgh. Maybe it's time for some alone time.
Today's reminisce: I've been slacking on changing the Montessori works in the playroom so rallyed myself (after an hour nap) to create some more. The web has exploded with examples since the beginning of school and I really don't have to be creative, I just have to copy. I spent thirty minutes creating four new "works": a pouring activity with dried beans, a spooning activity with pompoms, a slotting activity with straws and an old yogurt pot and an open/close activity with various bags. R. explored the pompoms and the beans. I repeatedly reinforced the mat and keeping everything in one place, I feel like I will be doing this for a while. So all was good, and then B. came home. I'm making dinner and he complained about having pasta again, then we had the following conversation
"Are these from the packet of beans I bought this weekend?" (shouted from the playroom to the kitchen
"Yes, I used two tablespoons. Why, do you need me to go and buy you more?"
"Yes I do"
DICK. What a dick thing to say. Here are my problems with this dick thing to say. 1. I have used some beans that would have sat in the cupboard for months before he got around to making anything. 2. They are dried beans. 3. If something has happened during the day, there is no reason to snap at me about beans. Urgh. Maybe it's time for some alone time.
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