Still waiting. I was starting to think the stress of all this waiting was physically manifesting itself in my head today – it just hurt and felt weird and I couldn’t focus at ALL. I mean, even worse than usual – and then I realized that I’m just sick with a head cold. I thought I was getting over it, but it seems to have relocated itself from my throat to my right ear (with a bit nestled in my sinuses). So there it is – I am so distracted with the the thought of the phone ringing that I can’t even tell when I’m sick anymore.
Ana had a good day today and that made it a good day for me too (well,except for the cold). She went to a craft workshop with her friend Storey (thanks, Liz!) after school and made a pencil holder which I want to sneak out of her room and put on my desk so I can stare at all day. It’s covered with bits of paper and buttons and all these little decorations that totally remind me of Ana.
She was also really proud of herself because she had a science test in school today and she got the highest grade in the class. Well, the word “grade” is subjective – her school doesn’t really grade anything. She just didn’t miss any questions, not even the bonus one. She’s been really worried about falling behind in school (tearfully worried) and this was a win she needed. This kid is so hard on herself! She is so my kid.
Ana is doing better with the waiting than Jim and I are. Maybe kids are just more accustomed to not having any control over their lives than we are, or maybe kids can just live in the moment. Or maybe Ana is just awesome and wonderful and brave. I think it’s that last one.
I really want to post a picture of the pencil holder, but it’s in Ana’s room right now and I don’t want to wake her up. She covets things. She’s a collector. I used to call her my little dragon because when she was really little (like 2 or 3) she would pile up all her toys in the middle of the living room and throw a HUGE tantrum if I tried to put them away. She’d often curl up at the base of the pile and fall asleep, like a dragon on her treasure. The pile would sit there for two or three days…growing…until finally I couldn’t stand it anymore. I’d wait until she fell asleep then put the toys away. She’d get mad at me in the morning and start building the pile again. She was so stubborn. Still is.
Anyway, hooray for good days. I’m going to go rest my poor stuffy head.