It is over 70 degrees here (gasp) and the sun is shining. Amy napped for an hour before Molly jumped on her looking for a playmate. The child support check came and when I put it in the bank, the teller gave us a lolly for Amy, a bone for Molly AND a peppermint for […]
The rain has stopped. Amy is calmly resting (not sleeping) on the couch and the dogs are stretched out in the sunbeams on the floor. I gave up trying to sell Noah’s furniture and found someone who really needs little boy furniture and they promise to pick it up this week. Tommy’s school hasn’t called […]
Phillip made a comment at Tim’s asking for a description of Asperger’s. I gave technical descriptions of Asperger’s and personal testimony during the Blogathon but here’s a different way to describe it. Aspergers is Autism Light. Autistic people have the wrong kind of sensory input filters. Sights, sounds, touch, language and everything else are likely […]
“Amy, it’s time to go get dressed.” “OK.” “Put these pants on.” “No! Amy get dressed.” “Yes, Amy’s getting dressed in these pants.” “No! Amy need dress. Amy get dressed.” I wonder why all of my children are smart-mouths?
I can’t decorate the tree because it has no lights. I can’t start (yes, I am hopelessly behind) the Christmas shopping because the child support check isn’t here. This afternoon we have an appointment with Tommy’s therapist to hear what ‘place’ he recommends we send Tommy. This weekend my ex is in town for his […]
“I’d like to teach the world to sing, in perfect harmony. . ”
Today I was leaning over to get in the car and Tommy bulldozed by, knocking the door so that the corner of it slammed right into my face. Do you think I should tell everyone I see tomorrow that my cheek is purple because Doug punched me in the face when I wouldn’t quit whining […]
Q – “What can I do to make you less stressed Cathy?” A – “Put the lights on the tree.” One week later the tree is unlit and Amy has spent part of each day raiding the box of decor to remove light bulbs and break ornaments. I am not less stressed.
I had to run into AC Moore for rubber stamps this morning (those things are sooo expensive) before Girl Scouts. There was a woman in her 70s walking around with a sweater-clad chihuahua. I can’t walk by a dog without giving it a rub so, I petted the little thing and went on about my […]
I got a blank white card in the mail today with no return address and just a happy face stamp on it. Does my ob/gyn think I’d be embarrassed by the mailman knowing my yearly test results?