Well, I'm back - sort of.
What I mean to say is I've been thinking a lot about coming back to blogging, even though my crazy schedule demands otherwise. I have so many things to blog about, I just wish I had the time and so far the only time I have is here at work. But you know, I'm kinda at work, which means I have to actually work.
Don't matter none that Dad's my boss, I still have to earn my keep around here now that I've gone and made myself indispensable to EVERYONE. (No, really, I mean it, I'm not exaggerating)
Now onto important stuff. Like this blog. Or what I accomplished today (not much):
Let's start with drawing a santa for my li'l sis, the pre-k teacher. It is my mom's project, but I somehow always get wrangled into doing the artsy-fartsy-craftsy shit. Not that I mind, per se, but I do have a schedule I gotta go by. And spending 1/2 hour during my "lunch" hour wasn't part of the plan today.
Neither was the phone call from Ron, who was in sensory overload. His issue today was that the classroom was way too loud, and he wanted me to pick him up NOW. the administrators at his school know he has sensory issues, and would not have a problem having him there in the office until he was comfortable and calm. He, on the other hand, does. He thinks that any and everyone will bother him in the office. After a 15 minute phone conversation, he was kinda calm enough to tell me I'm "the worst" and hang up on me. Lovely. I know, he can't help it sometimes, but still, you know? Plus, he's getting picked up early tomorrow for his bi-monthly counseling session.
Then, as I was driving back to work, I thought "what if I just kept on driving? What if i said FUCK IT? The beach is only an hour away. The bar (any bar) is less than 5 minutes away, and I can jam to the new Greenday album and sing at the top of my lungs the whole way. Why can't I be selfish for one day?"
Then reality came back and hit me so hard, i saw visions of sugar plum fairies. Ok, not really, but I'm back at work, which means my sanity must have returned and I decided to blog about it instead of actually doing it.
Win-Win, right?
Oh, and the awful death-smell emanating from the front of the building!. I think a 'possum or rat died on the roof! I hate that smell, i really and truly do.
That is all. For today, and maybe tomorrow. We'll see.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Thursday, November 3, 2011
November
Hey all,
I'm back. It's been more than a while, and much has happened. When doesn't it?
I moved to a new, bigger house, and invited my parents to move in with us also. They were in a toxic environment and had nowhere else to go. More on that later.
It has been quite an adjustment, and there are still major adjustments to get used
to. The next couple of posts will elaborate on all the stuff going on...hopefully, if I don't get sidelined, by you know - motherhood, work, caregiver duties - life.
Adjustment #1: New school
Ron started middle school in a charter school. Yes, it's a smaller school environment, but for his needs, it suits him perfectly. We were able to get a transfer, thing-a-majiggy. This school has been a blessing. It is so much more work for him to do, and he tends to get overwhelmed, but they did bring him into the ARD meeting to get his input and discuss with him and us any modifications he might need. So far, no major meltdowns at school. He stays with the same student body the entire day, meaning as he transitions from classroom to classroom, it's the same kids. He loves it. Whereas at a regular middle school, he'd be shuffled around with different kids and likely picked on like he was at the elementary school he was at. There is also zero-tolerance for bullies at his school, and any problems are taken care of before they get out of hand. I'm not trying to brag, but it is somewhat of a new experience actively working with teachers and administrators that genuinely do care.
One thing, though, he won't eat ANYTHING at school. He is very picky about his food. If it looks funny, smells different, or is different, he won't even try it. Even if it is nuggets, they have to look a certain way or he's not touching it. I have tried sending lunch with him, usually a muenster cheese sandwich, a juice, water, fruit, and pringles. All of this is stuff he will eat at home, but he will come home with everything still there except the juice and water. He does eat at home, but I'm at my wits end trying to figure out how to get him to eat at school. I'm open to suggestions from anyone.
On a completely different note, I was watching the New Girl episode, sipping my cup-a-soup and was not expecting schmitd to peek over the shower trying to get a look at his roommate's penis. I totally sprayed my shirt, my table and my phone with soup. Totally messy laugh-fest, but totally worth it.
I'm back. It's been more than a while, and much has happened. When doesn't it?
I moved to a new, bigger house, and invited my parents to move in with us also. They were in a toxic environment and had nowhere else to go. More on that later.
It has been quite an adjustment, and there are still major adjustments to get used
to. The next couple of posts will elaborate on all the stuff going on...hopefully, if I don't get sidelined, by you know - motherhood, work, caregiver duties - life.
Adjustment #1: New school
Ron started middle school in a charter school. Yes, it's a smaller school environment, but for his needs, it suits him perfectly. We were able to get a transfer, thing-a-majiggy. This school has been a blessing. It is so much more work for him to do, and he tends to get overwhelmed, but they did bring him into the ARD meeting to get his input and discuss with him and us any modifications he might need. So far, no major meltdowns at school. He stays with the same student body the entire day, meaning as he transitions from classroom to classroom, it's the same kids. He loves it. Whereas at a regular middle school, he'd be shuffled around with different kids and likely picked on like he was at the elementary school he was at. There is also zero-tolerance for bullies at his school, and any problems are taken care of before they get out of hand. I'm not trying to brag, but it is somewhat of a new experience actively working with teachers and administrators that genuinely do care.
One thing, though, he won't eat ANYTHING at school. He is very picky about his food. If it looks funny, smells different, or is different, he won't even try it. Even if it is nuggets, they have to look a certain way or he's not touching it. I have tried sending lunch with him, usually a muenster cheese sandwich, a juice, water, fruit, and pringles. All of this is stuff he will eat at home, but he will come home with everything still there except the juice and water. He does eat at home, but I'm at my wits end trying to figure out how to get him to eat at school. I'm open to suggestions from anyone.
On a completely different note, I was watching the New Girl episode, sipping my cup-a-soup and was not expecting schmitd to peek over the shower trying to get a look at his roommate's penis. I totally sprayed my shirt, my table and my phone with soup. Totally messy laugh-fest, but totally worth it.
Friday, May 6, 2011
So far.....
So far, a WHOLE LOT has happened.
Condensed version you say? Sure, I'm more than happy to accomodate.
1. After an entire school year of evaluations, observations, filling out forms, etc - My son has been diagnosed as being on the autism spectrum. Asperger's to be exact. Kinda had a feeling about that, "they" just confirmed it.
**side note to the school *counselor* FUCK YOU for telling me that because there was no academic need, there was nothing you could do. And fuck you double for being a lazy asshole who didn't want to do her job.
2. Apparently, I'm diabetic. You know that stuff they tell you about it being hereditary and a silent killer? It's totally true. And to make matters worse, I'm an uninsured diabetic. Sucks to be me.
Okay, so when it's condensed like that, it doesn't seem like a lot, but damn it to hell, Yamamoto, there have been alot of meetings with the school diagnostician, school psychologist, outside therapist/counseling, not to mention my Dr's visits and such.
I'm emotionally exhausted. I'm waiting for Calgon to take me away soon. But in the mean time, I'll lose myself in the comically witty writings of Christopher Moore and the Austimspeaks.org website.
Condensed version you say? Sure, I'm more than happy to accomodate.
1. After an entire school year of evaluations, observations, filling out forms, etc - My son has been diagnosed as being on the autism spectrum. Asperger's to be exact. Kinda had a feeling about that, "they" just confirmed it.
**side note to the school *counselor* FUCK YOU for telling me that because there was no academic need, there was nothing you could do. And fuck you double for being a lazy asshole who didn't want to do her job.
2. Apparently, I'm diabetic. You know that stuff they tell you about it being hereditary and a silent killer? It's totally true. And to make matters worse, I'm an uninsured diabetic. Sucks to be me.
Okay, so when it's condensed like that, it doesn't seem like a lot, but damn it to hell, Yamamoto, there have been alot of meetings with the school diagnostician, school psychologist, outside therapist/counseling, not to mention my Dr's visits and such.
I'm emotionally exhausted. I'm waiting for Calgon to take me away soon. But in the mean time, I'll lose myself in the comically witty writings of Christopher Moore and the Austimspeaks.org website.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
December Already?
Thanksgiving just kinda blurs into Christmas around here. Well, seeing as to how Christmas items were going on display since September, maybe autumn as a whole is blurred into Christmas. It's not that I don't love Christmas. I really, really do. It's one of my favorite times. Not for the gifts, but for the weather, the actual giving, the togetherness.
This year, I am just not feeling it. I have to say, the weather is lovely, though the odd 90 degree day still manages to show it's face every so often. It could be that I have had a constant cold since Labor day. I can't seem to get rid of the sniffles and the occassional fever.
It could be that we're all a bit under the weather. My son has the flu and strep throat, which means he stays home for the week; the hubster has some kind of respiratory infection, and I had a fever and sniffles yesterday. Today all that remains are the sniffles, so my Puffs plus tissues have not left my side. When 3 out of 3 are sick, that means things don't get done. I mean, it's December and I still have yet to get my tree and gifts for anyone.
If one of us gets knocked out of commission, it is chaos. I'm talking dirty dishes and laundry everywhere. Reasoning behind that is that I am so busy taking care of everyone that those things get put on the backburner till everyone is healthy. But when I get knocked out, it's worse than chaos. It's like a tornado ripped through my house and crapped junk all over. There are meds all over with their different water bottles, because (according to some people) you can't use the same water bottle for different meds. The living room has turned into an infirmary - blankets and pillows, snuggies and slippers galore. I am hoping that by this weekend, we will all be functional so that I can have at least have some semblance of normalcy in my life.
This year, I am just not feeling it. I have to say, the weather is lovely, though the odd 90 degree day still manages to show it's face every so often. It could be that I have had a constant cold since Labor day. I can't seem to get rid of the sniffles and the occassional fever.
It could be that we're all a bit under the weather. My son has the flu and strep throat, which means he stays home for the week; the hubster has some kind of respiratory infection, and I had a fever and sniffles yesterday. Today all that remains are the sniffles, so my Puffs plus tissues have not left my side. When 3 out of 3 are sick, that means things don't get done. I mean, it's December and I still have yet to get my tree and gifts for anyone.
If one of us gets knocked out of commission, it is chaos. I'm talking dirty dishes and laundry everywhere. Reasoning behind that is that I am so busy taking care of everyone that those things get put on the backburner till everyone is healthy. But when I get knocked out, it's worse than chaos. It's like a tornado ripped through my house and crapped junk all over. There are meds all over with their different water bottles, because (according to some people) you can't use the same water bottle for different meds. The living room has turned into an infirmary - blankets and pillows, snuggies and slippers galore. I am hoping that by this weekend, we will all be functional so that I can have at least have some semblance of normalcy in my life.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Routine
So hey there,
Been a while since I was last on here. Suffice it to say that much has gone on. But so far, the most damaging is the change to my morning shower routine.
My shower routine is this: brush teeth/mouthwash (yes, I do this in the shower - I find the sight of myself brushing kinda gross, as I am very thorough) wash face, then hair and body. Takes about a good 15 minutes and I'm set. That is what I do everyday, what I have done for my whole adult life. At least up until 3 days ago.
That was when IT happened. My parents happened upon a show with Dr. Oz. Apparently I"ve been doing it wrong and if I keep doing it wrong, my head will explode in a giant puss-filled pimple explosion. Look it up on youtube, it's not a pretty site.
I talk to Mom and Dad on a daily basis (kinda hard not to when you work for them), so when Mom said "tell me your shower routine." I didn't find it too weird. So I said teeth, face, hair,..... then she pops out with "YOU. ARE. DOING. IT. WRONG."
I'm all holy shite "WHA??" So confused am I that I'm not even thinking/speaking in complete words. According to Mom, Dr. Oz says you need to wash your hair then your face cause if you do it the other way (my way) all the germs/crusty bacteria will run down my clean face and make me break out. Ooookay. And I know I'm an adult, but I am prone to breakouts. So I listen to her and changed my routine, now it's teeth, hair, face, etc.
Only now, I'm all kinds of messed up because I have switched hair and face around. Then I can't remember if I've done my hair already, or my body. Or I'll completely switch the routine and do body, hair, face. Then forget if I did body or face first. Sometimes I've double washed both, and saved the face for last. Cleanliness is next to Godliness, right? Right? UGH! I'm hoping by the end of this weekend I'll have my new routine down.
Been a while since I was last on here. Suffice it to say that much has gone on. But so far, the most damaging is the change to my morning shower routine.
My shower routine is this: brush teeth/mouthwash (yes, I do this in the shower - I find the sight of myself brushing kinda gross, as I am very thorough) wash face, then hair and body. Takes about a good 15 minutes and I'm set. That is what I do everyday, what I have done for my whole adult life. At least up until 3 days ago.
That was when IT happened. My parents happened upon a show with Dr. Oz. Apparently I"ve been doing it wrong and if I keep doing it wrong, my head will explode in a giant puss-filled pimple explosion. Look it up on youtube, it's not a pretty site.
I talk to Mom and Dad on a daily basis (kinda hard not to when you work for them), so when Mom said "tell me your shower routine." I didn't find it too weird. So I said teeth, face, hair,..... then she pops out with "YOU. ARE. DOING. IT. WRONG."
I'm all holy shite "WHA??" So confused am I that I'm not even thinking/speaking in complete words. According to Mom, Dr. Oz says you need to wash your hair then your face cause if you do it the other way (my way) all the germs/crusty bacteria will run down my clean face and make me break out. Ooookay. And I know I'm an adult, but I am prone to breakouts. So I listen to her and changed my routine, now it's teeth, hair, face, etc.
Only now, I'm all kinds of messed up because I have switched hair and face around. Then I can't remember if I've done my hair already, or my body. Or I'll completely switch the routine and do body, hair, face. Then forget if I did body or face first. Sometimes I've double washed both, and saved the face for last. Cleanliness is next to Godliness, right? Right? UGH! I'm hoping by the end of this weekend I'll have my new routine down.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Summer of Swimming
Yes, that really is what this post is about. Swimming. The summer of it. Mainly because this is the first summer since Ron was 2 that he actually learned to enjoy the pool. He's always liked the idea of swimming, but when faced with the reality of it, well, lets just say hubby and I were floating islands for our non-swimmer.
The first couple of days, he was terrified to tears! And my heart broke because I sooo wanted him to learn to love the water as I did. We had tried and tried for years to teach him the joys of being part fish, but it never took. Always we wanted to put him in swimming lessons, but never did because he is, how shall I put it......uncomfortable with kids and adults he does not know.
This summer we finally did it. It took him 3 days of being around the same kids and swim coaches for him to feel comfortable enough to start getting interested in it. I am ever so grateful for his swim coach *Andy*, who noticed his shyness and took the time day in and out to work with him one on one for the whole term.
Now, rather than being his human floaties, we watch him play in the water with his cousins, something he had never, ever done in his 9 years.
Thank you, Andy. You have helped my son tremendously.
The first couple of days, he was terrified to tears! And my heart broke because I sooo wanted him to learn to love the water as I did. We had tried and tried for years to teach him the joys of being part fish, but it never took. Always we wanted to put him in swimming lessons, but never did because he is, how shall I put it......uncomfortable with kids and adults he does not know.
This summer we finally did it. It took him 3 days of being around the same kids and swim coaches for him to feel comfortable enough to start getting interested in it. I am ever so grateful for his swim coach *Andy*, who noticed his shyness and took the time day in and out to work with him one on one for the whole term.
Now, rather than being his human floaties, we watch him play in the water with his cousins, something he had never, ever done in his 9 years.
Thank you, Andy. You have helped my son tremendously.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Hell hath no fury
The day after Mother's Day.
I have to say, I'm kinda glad it's over. I did not enjoy my mother's day weekend too much. Wanna know what I did? What bountiful gifts I recieved?
I got to rake my front lawn in with no help, as hubby was working and Baby boy was blissfully asleep. What people in their right minds rake at 7 in the morning?!? People who live in my region where it's 85 degrees by 10 a.m. Then I got to do the never-ending laundry. YAY......and this was Saturday.
Sunday, Mother's Day, I got the pleasure of mowing my back yard, also before 10 a.m. And wouldn't you know it, the incessant drone of the lawn mower did not disturb the beauty rest of my boys. NOT ONE BIT! And that's because I made it a point to s-l-o-w-l-y mow the lawn by the bedroom windows first.
After my shower, at which time the boys decided it was a decent enough hour to wake from the comfort of sweet dreams and comfortable beds, after that, they then think, that maybe Wife/Mom would like breakfast that she doesn't have to make herself.
And let me tell you, I SO DID! They let me catch up on my DVR'd shows, and let me end my mother's day with my mom and little sisters playing bingo and drinking margaritas, while Ron played with cousins, and hubby went to work, our regularly weekly thing, btw.
And the best part, you ask? The migraine that assaulted me mid-bingo so that I could not enjoy my non-winning status. And the hubby who decides at 2:30 in the morning that it's a good time to chat.
I don't need a "special" day to remind me of all the stuff I do, or only one day to be appreciated (or not). I think I'll completely boycott it next year, send the boy off with his father to celebrate Mother's day and lock myself in my room watching porn. And by porn, I mean anything with Tyson Ritter, Mike Rowe, and/or the original Wiggles.
I have to say, I'm kinda glad it's over. I did not enjoy my mother's day weekend too much. Wanna know what I did? What bountiful gifts I recieved?
I got to rake my front lawn in with no help, as hubby was working and Baby boy was blissfully asleep. What people in their right minds rake at 7 in the morning?!? People who live in my region where it's 85 degrees by 10 a.m. Then I got to do the never-ending laundry. YAY......and this was Saturday.
Sunday, Mother's Day, I got the pleasure of mowing my back yard, also before 10 a.m. And wouldn't you know it, the incessant drone of the lawn mower did not disturb the beauty rest of my boys. NOT ONE BIT! And that's because I made it a point to s-l-o-w-l-y mow the lawn by the bedroom windows first.
After my shower, at which time the boys decided it was a decent enough hour to wake from the comfort of sweet dreams and comfortable beds, after that, they then think, that maybe Wife/Mom would like breakfast that she doesn't have to make herself.
And let me tell you, I SO DID! They let me catch up on my DVR'd shows, and let me end my mother's day with my mom and little sisters playing bingo and drinking margaritas, while Ron played with cousins, and hubby went to work, our regularly weekly thing, btw.
And the best part, you ask? The migraine that assaulted me mid-bingo so that I could not enjoy my non-winning status. And the hubby who decides at 2:30 in the morning that it's a good time to chat.
I don't need a "special" day to remind me of all the stuff I do, or only one day to be appreciated (or not). I think I'll completely boycott it next year, send the boy off with his father to celebrate Mother's day and lock myself in my room watching porn. And by porn, I mean anything with Tyson Ritter, Mike Rowe, and/or the original Wiggles.
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