all that ass-kissing, and nothing... but i think i found a way to avoid the dirty feeling.
she sent me an email, telling me that my apartment was too small for 30lb. 34 inch tall little 2 year old, and that it would be *restrictive* for him.
i laughed out loud when i got it, because i know better than that.
so, i sent off a reply, including a snide comment about it, done in the most polite of ways... because she is wrong. and because if she chooses to raise her son that way, he will grow up to be vastly uncontrollable before he reaches 4 or 5.
while i could have made a difference, in that, had she chosen me... i am a firm believer in the attitude, that 'you reap what you sow'. and that i'm thankful that i won't be his kindergarten teacher.
savannah was pronounced 'normal' yesterday, after a call to our pediatrician. and everyone who loves and cares for her is happily relieved. and i've been able to pluck that little kernel of worry and doubt right out of the back of my mind.
but, i'm sure it won't take long for something else to replace it...
but, i'm happy... and i can't say i use that word often. but, i'm looking into some things that might make me happier yet. only time will tell.
Posted by lara at June 30, 2000 10:41 AM