Friday Night Leftovers

Still feeling like I am just seconds away from drowning, but I'm hanging in there.

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The big boys' birthday is Sunday.

Holy shit.

How could they be so close to six years old?

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School is still chugging along for the boys. I think I have a major crush on the boys' teacher. How could I not when she emails me paragraphs every single night? This is part of tonight's email:

"Sh.awn also had a great day. He sat with me for a couple math assessments and was pulled for a vision test (successful & done!). One assessment was writing his numbers 1-10. He said the numbers but wasn't really trying for form of any kind. I'm hopeful we can gain writing support or ideas from the IEP. We continue to see progress so new goals arise and the bar is raised yet again. Now that work is a common occurrence, we will work on improving quality and neatness. If there is any phrasing you use at home to prime him with this in mind, let me know. We can use the same wording since that will make it easier for him. (FYI: We have been aware for some time that he rushes through things to get the reward. I expect some immediate improvements in neatness once we address this.)"

Emails she sends are both updates and problem solving requests, and I really feel like she is going above and beyond to try to help Sh.awn be successful. The big problem now has become his fine motor skills. He can and does write at home with my support (basically I weight his pencil down and make him do the work of forming letters), but now they have moved on to having him form the letters/numbers on his own without the extra "weight" at school because we know he can do it. He's not buying into that idea, though.

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Speaking of IEPs, it's Tuesday. I'm sort of freaking out. I haven't been given any reports or anything about what will be brought up at the meeting, either. I don't exactly like the idea of not knowing what I'm heading into.

I was told by our therapists that the district PT is going to try to say that her providing therapy to the boys while they are at school is a duplication of services and deny it. There's one fight I've got ahead of me.

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I burned my arm on my hair straightener last week. It was really bad, probably the worst burn I've had. Ouch.

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The boys are getting over yet another round of Sick. This one has been especially fun as it had a bit of every bodily malfunction all rolled into one.

I'm totally traumatized. Let me just say diarrhea for a nearly 6 year old child who has difficulty getting on the toilet without help is NOT FUN...for either of us.

For the sake of oversharing, you're welcome, I had to sanitize floors, tub, toilet, clothes and throw away undies because there was no way I'd be able to put them on the boys ever again. Then I daydreamed about bathing in a tub of bleach, only it couldn't be our tub because I don't think I could ever be okay with our tub ever again after what I witnessed in that thing--sanitized or not!

Did I say traumatized? Duuuuudddeee.

Apparently crap like that is my Achilles heel.

Plus, all I could think about while I was cleaning up never ending shit was all of my hangnails and the burn on my arm that I had just left uncovered. My overactive imagination was having a field day with the idea of impending infection.

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I ran out of deodorant this morning. I had to use Is.aac's because there was no way I could make it through the day sans odor control. I can't decide if I am repulsed by having to use someone else's speed stick, or if it is really no big deal. I think the best bet is to not think about it...and get to the store.

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Look at my tough boy with his brother's Dora the Explorer undies on his head.

What you lookin' at?

God, I love that boy.

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