Mmmm…Reindeer

Unfortunately, I ate many more of those reindeer noses last night. Probably Rudolph and all of his 8 friends: you know, Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen…

Autocorrect keeps “correcting” the word 8 to “right.” Goddamn you, Autocorrect.

So I forfeited my blue dot for pretzels and chocolate. I don’t know if I’m going to get my 25 days of blue dots. I think I have one screw-up day left for the whole month. Better be Christmas Day, I guess. Christmas dinner, probably desserts.

I have to give them a decision about the coordinator position by January 2. I’ve got to see if I can get PT for Aislyn somewhere, first. The first place didn’t do the pelvic stimulation thing, but they gave me two others to try.

I still don’t really know what I want to do. On one hand, I like my weekends. On the other, PT could be beneficial to Aislyn’s toileting. She starts kindergarten in September. And her stair-climbing skills are underdeveloped, too. When she was littler, I couldn’t get her to kick a ball.

Also, it could lead to further advancement for me. And I wouldn’t have to ring as much.

I’m going to go call the other therapy places, anyway, to see what if anything they can offer.