We’re having a good time on vacation. Stephen lost his front tooth. I think he ate it. I noticed blood on his pillow and when I asked him he wouldn’t open his mouth. It seemed like he was crunching on something. He swallowed and then slowly opened his mouth. Missing tooth – nowhere we could find it. I guess he didn’t want the tooth fairy to get it 😉
Here it is, Monday again. It’s 2:30 and I have less than an hour until I pick up my son from school and I haven’t got around to the to-do-list I had ready for today! Typical Monday Madness. The day goes by too quickly and I don’t get nearly as much accomplished as I would have hoped.
Monday was never my favorite day of the week. In fact there’s only one day of the week I like less than Monday and that’s Wednesday Hump Day. As a child, I had a full-time job in addition to school. (Yes, I said child. I started working full-time around the age of 8.) I had such an intense dread of Mondays that I couldn’t quite enjoy Sundays because I knew my time to relax was almost over. Like a sleepless night, dreading the first rays of sunlight that slip through the curtains disturbing the restful cloak of darkness.
Life is always a long story (or at least one would hope!)
No discontented ramblings here…
“The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.”
Today I am both, mouse and man, as referred to in the poem.
My family’s plan to move is subject to constant revision.
The sign hung in the kitchen of my parent’s bright and vibrant home for many months, before being replaced by my chic step-mom with an equally family oriented sentiment.
My niece quoted it on a beautiful day at the beach last summer.
I too love the quote and I’m equally inspired by it. Family is the beginning of every story and if we’re among the lucky ones, every story ends with family. When all is said and done, it’s what matters most.
They say, “there is no I in team” but there is both an I and am in FAMILY. Family is the place where we all belong – each of us as unique individuals and collectively all together.
No matter who we are or where we come from, we all draw on our own personal experiences.
Well, I’ve been dreaming again…
Hang on someone’s banging in the bathroom…
potty training fun 😐
Ok I’m back but I only have 25 min. so I’ll try to be quick!
Have you ever had a situation in your life when you weren’t sure whether to take a step forward or take a step back?
Continue reading Doing the Dance (knowing when to step forward and when to step back)
I’m writing today because I believe writing is therapeutic. After all if you don’t like it you don’t have to read it. (I do hope you’ll like it.) The written word is unlike the spoken word. With the spoken word, I don’t want to hear it just doesn’t work.
So when a teenage single mom texts at 2:22 am and says,
“I ran out of diapers and he pooped help!! ”
What do I say…
Yesterday we got hit with a snow storm here in Connecticut and our 4 day long weekend was extended to 5 days. So we got a jump-start on our Poopy Valentines Day plan: potty training my 7 year-old non-verbal autistic, special needs son (see my post Help! My Valentine Smells like Poop! ). It was a rough day – to say the least. We didn’t make it even 5 minutes between wet underwear, but Stephen did manage to pee on the potty 3 times in one day (a record number of times in a row.) It’s a start and I keep reminding myself A long journey begins with the first step. After 8 hours of potty training my son was so exhausted he got into bed (my bed of course) an hour before bedtime.
I was too exhausted to send him to his own bed. Some days I just need to choose my battles. Yesterday was one of those days. I washed dried and folded 3 loads of laundry, pre-washed poop out of his underwear by hand, and basically got nothing else done during the 5 minutes between “dry checks.” I had a battle of the wills with a 7 year-old, my patience was wearing thin, and I said, “There’s no way I’m going to change your diapers until you’re 35 – so you may as well learn now!” Not one of my best parenting moments – nothing like making a stressful situation worse.
Stephen pooped in his underwear while I ate my breakfast at 2:00 pm, so there was no way I was going to make dinner. My wonderful hubby not only shoveled almost all day, he also helped out with the “positive practice” routine – back and forth to the potty going through the motions 5 times in a row for each wet accident. He may have done it reluctantly (and not without complaining) but he was still a big help. At 8 pm we hadn’t had dinner (my son had a sandwich on gluten-free bread but as always mommy and daddy come last.) So (big – a.k.a – tall) Steve, my hubby went out in the cold to pick up some carry-out.
At 3:30 am the carry-out wasn’t agreeing with me and my mind was racing. I opted to make a to-do-list and an ideas list to help me relax and put it out of my mind until morning. By 4;30 am my son was up and out of his own bed again, so I sent him back in to my bed. I woke up this morning with a stiff neck (not entirely unusual for me – at 36 I already have arthritis in my neck that shows up on x-rays.)
So today I resolved to have a better day, knowing I had an unexpected jump-start on potty training and we’re still ahead of schedule (at least in my world we are.) I promise myself I will remain calm as I tell my son that when he has that “need to go potty feeling” to “STOP what you’re doing and GO to the potty.”
So today of all days, I am grateful for the Sunshine Award nomination from my fellow blogger, Lita.
Sunshine, as the name suggests,
is an award for bloggers whose blogs are bright and full of life.