Month: July 2014

It’s All My Problem, Peeps

Charlie slept for a total of three hours last night. From 1:00 AM until 8:00, he was slinking around, changing clothes, eating, waking up his brothers, and pretty much not sleeping. I kept waking up to find him gone again, locating him, and putting him back to bed where I could see him. It would get quiet and peaceful. I…

I’m So Over Tantrums

It may be accompanied by the dumbest stock photo in the entire world, but my newest article comes from the heart. I wrote this one for all my fellow peeps with special needs kids, who are well-versed in public humiliation.

Daily Snapshot

Things I did today: 1. Dropped off Jack at camp in my pajamas with third-day hair and mossy teeth. 2. Finished a vampire/witch book. It was meh. Are we done with vampire/witch books? I think yes, 3. Wrote half of an article that’s been percolating for weeks while popping dark chocolate blueberry Acai gems like it was my job. 4.…

This Particular Life

I’m not sure what undid me. Was it Charlie screaming and sobbing in the driveway about toy guns while I finally picked him up and plunked him thrashing in the car? Was it visiting the same two pharmacies four times in two days to fill the one stupid new prescription for Charlie that no one seemed to be able to…

The Bell Tolls for Me

It’s time for some home improvements around here. Perhaps I’ll start soliciting bids on a few projects. First, we need a bell-tower. My dad suggested this when I told him that each rare occasion that Jack poops in the potty, I have an irrepressible urge to pull out a megaphone and announce it to the neighborhood. “Calling all ships, Jacky…

Here’s Looking at You, Kid

Dear Readers, I know who some of you are. Generally, though, I don’t really have a clue who is reading this blog. I know some of you have special-needs children. Some of you don’t. Perhaps some of you just like a nice, honest catalogue of poop stories and anti-Pinterest reality tales. Who am I to judge? I’m thinking of this…

The Case of the Basket Case

It is approaching 100 degrees Fahrenheit here this week with nothing but blue skies and sunshine for days. I, however, am retreating into a damp London fog. My new obsession with Sherlock Holmes is seeing me through these past weeks of intensive BM clean-up, behavioral flare-ups, and the fact that nobody ever goes to bed because…summer. This summer is different…