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We moved to Fremont from Salt Lake City in July. Mui was torn between staying with her friends and moving closer to her cousins. I promised her she would make friends at her new school and in her new neighborhood.

Enter the Fremont Unified School District.

We chose the neighborhood for it’s great elementary school, Ardenwood. Well, so does everyone else. But there are not enough seats for every eligible kid, so many, of which Mui was one, are “overloaded” to neighboring schools. And they do this the 3rd week of school.

So poor Mui left behind her friends in Utah, starts making new ones at Ardenwood the first 2 weeks of school, and has to start all over again at a new-new school, Warwick, where everyone else already knows each other.

Today, when I walked Mui to her new class, at her new-new school, she would not let go of me. My brave, outgoing girl did not want to start a new school, did not want to restart her life all over again. I was shattered. I failed her. The teacher introduced herself and asked Mui to stand next to these 2 girls. And Mui runs to me, not to cling to me or even hug me, but to tell me she knew one of the girls from the YMCA day camp. She runs back to the girls and starts laughing with them. Mui had made friends within 30 seconds of starting a new school and doesn’t even notice my tearful goodbye.

I had enrolled her in the neighborhood YMCA day camp for the 5 weeks before school started. I was hoping she would meet kids from her school, but it didn’t seem like she did. After school today, she confirmed she knew the girl, but they were not friends. (Apparently, they were not friends at the day camp either.) However, she made a new friend that she would like to invite to her birthday party. Along with a girl she knows from Ardenwood who still takes the same schoolbus as her. And the daughter of the lady who takes care of Didi. And her cousins. And any kids of Mom’s friends Mom would like to invite. And that she would work on the rest of the list as she starts getting to know people.

I enrolled her in the YMCA Day camp that gave her the one familiar face she needed to start over again. So I did something right by her.

Family issues are awful. In-law issues are even worst.

I don’t get along with my in-laws. I think it’s because we have our respective positions and are unwilling to budge. My way of coping is to keep conversations superficial and to limit my contact with them. When we are thrown together into a situation (i.e. Holidays, Grandma visits). I don’t talk. I don’t comment. I am civil.

But it goes both ways. SO doesn’t get along with my parents. Fortunately, they don’t speak the same language. Or, unfortunately, as they just conjure stories in their heads more based on their feelings than objectivity.

I don’t know whether it makes sense to work things out with your in-laws for the sake of the people you love, your spouse, your children. Maybe it’s not even possible. All I know is that I was so looking forward to living closer to my family. But we have become so used to having our separate lives that I worry living closer will result in more in-law issues. It will be difficult to choose between being a dutiful daughter and a dutiful wife.

Day at the Aquarium

Shot this with my new Pentax K-r (Thanks to @lskrocki for the tip!) with no flash at ISO 6400, f4, and 1/60.
I am AMAZED at the quality of pics. In fact this is not even the best representation as I had to reduce quality of the post pic due to file size.

One of the challenges of working from home is the morning routine. Get up, get dressed, get kids fed, get them out the door, and then…work. All this must be done by 8am each morning.

This morning, we were running late, really late. I had just set the kids in front of their breakfast when I had to start my 8am meeting. SO was still upstairs taking a shower. And since I was the host, I couldn’t “attend” on mute.

But Mui came to my rescue. She finished her breakfast, helped Didi with his, cleaned him off, got him down from his chair, gave him a cookie, brought him to the playroom, and distracted him while I conducted my meeting. He only wandered into my office once. But Mui immediately called him to the playroom again. Didi was having so much fun with his sister, that he refused to leave for school.

Mui has been such a huge help to me and such a great big sister this year. I hope you bring her what she asked for.

Thanks and Merry Christmas,

Pam

Ok. Now what do I tell Mui? On Sunday, I noticed Elizabeth was not doing too well. She was scrunched around the log with legs splayed. I thought for sure she was dead. But when I picked her up, she opened her mouth as if to say goodbye because she was dead within the hour. Mui doesn’t know. She saw me pick up the lizard. She saw her open her mouth. I told Mui Elizabeth was sick and that I would bring her to the vet the next day. I also suggested that we find Elizabeth a new home. One where she could be cared for the way she needed. (Bearded dragons are super fussy and have very specific needs to thrive.) Mui cried. But she agreed that it was best for Elizabeth.

The next morning, I got rid of Elizabeth and her tank. When Mui got home from school, she immediately asked where Elizabeth was. I told her at the vet and that the vet would find her a new home. She asked what happened to all of Elizabeth’s crap. (Her words not mine. Speaking of which, I really need to watch my language around the kids. But I digress.) I told her I left the stuff with the vet for Elizabeth’s new family.

I lied to my child. Because it will be easier for her. And because it will be easier for me. She knows our cat will die. He is old (14). And I am not looking forward to finding him when that day comes. But Elizabeth was less than 2 and she died from lack of proper care. How do you explain that to a child? Especially one who has already experienced the death of her best friend?

I consulted with other moms and even her pediatrician. (I happened to be there for Didi’s 18month exam). They all agreed it was the best way. She’s six. And even though she seems mature for her age and I don’t sugar coat reality for her (do well in school and go to college or you better perfect “Do you want fries with that?”). This reality is too grim. It’s like telling your child the truth, that the dog died because he accidentally hung himself (true story from two of the moms I know). It’s better to say they ran away and may have been hit by a car which is why he didn’t come home.

So Elizabeth is in a new home. With a loving family. One that will care for her the way she needs.

And we will miss her.

Something is broken. I don’t know exactly what or how it can be fixed. But something is broken.

I was at Mui’s school last week and found out they didn’t have A/C during the hottest days in September and now don’t have heat. Just in time for winter. Whether it is due to budget or bureaucracy, I don’t know.

The neighboring school district (Canyons) has 5 furlough days this year due to budget cuts. 5 days where the kids are not learning. 5 days that will not be made up later on.

I discovered a few weeks ago that Utah has the most equitable distribution of funds, but that we have THE lowest per pupil spending in the nation.

Mui’s school has art and music teachers. But they are funded by PTA fundraisers. Apparently, art and music classes are a luxury.

There was a bond initiative on the ballot last week to fund the completion of the Natural History Museum. $2.40 per household per year over 15 years. Yet there were detractors who cited hard economic times. And that people couldn’t afford the $2.40 per year for some dinosaurs. (It passed, by the way. Thankfully, this state is not COMPLETELY populated by idiots.)

Something is broken when I hear complaints about us mortgaging our children’s and grandchildren’s future by funding TARP and GM and wars and health care, etc, etc. But the same people don’t care enough about our children’s and grandchildren’s future to fund education, music and arts programs, and museums.

Didi went in for his 18month exam. And there was something new. Something not included in Mui’s 18month exam, years ago. The nurse gave me an Autism assessment questionnaire. If he showed symptoms, they would have done a more extensive exam. He doesn’t show any symptoms. He is not very verbal, but he is vocal. I chalk it up to his confusion over which language to use. Mom’s? Everyone else’s? Or his own? Although, he seems to imitate sound pretty well. Especially if the sound is the name for a food he likes.

Here is the M-Chat assessment and scoring guide our Dr used. If your pediatrician doesn’t already do some form of assessment, this might help, especially if you suspect symptoms.

Mui prefers me over SO. I think they have a personality conflict as both want to be in charge. So they fight. All. The. Time.

You can tell when I’m angry with Mui. She greets SO at the door with love and hugs and kisses.

Last week, SO came home to a cheerful Mui.

MUI: Hi, Dad. I missed you today. How was your day?

SO: Hi, Mui. I missed you, too. (SO glances at me expecting to see thunderclouds.)

Mui: Oh. And Mommy is not mad at me.

Maybe they have finally turned a corner.