Hubba-hubba enjoys shopping at Costco more than I do, so he is usually the one who goes there. I think it has a lot to do with the constantly changing inventory.
Anyhoo, he came home the other day with a coffee cake.
I looked at him and said, "Who actually goes and buys coffee cake?"
He said, "I do! I love coffee cake. It's my favorite."
Who the hell picks coffee cake, out of all the hugely delicious cakes in the world, as their favorite?
My weird spouse, apparently.
In other news, we had our daughter's IEP meeting today to determine her eligibility for special education services, and I was expecting a bit of a fight. I am so used to institutions being unwilling to extend services that I am kind of conditioned to a fight response at this point, I think.
Instead, we were actually a bit overwhelmed at all the services they wanted to schedule her for, which includes a five day a week language-immersive preschool, occupational therapy twice a week, and group speech therapy twice a week.
I was going to be happy with a couple of days of preschool.
While I feel no sense of vindication that I am indeed not exaggerating her issues, as my family has insisted many a time, I do feel hopeful that this will help her. The staff during the IEP really seemed to think she was perfect for the program, and she is so far behind that I am willing to believe them.
The only bummer is that the occupational therapy is not at her campus, but another one across town. They will bus her there, but there is no way in hell I am putting her on a bus.
She can start on Monday if that is what we want.
Can you be afraid and yet hopeful at the same time?