Month: November 2014

Sundays

The history of my super atypical family at church is long and storied, though not really in a good way. After ten years of extreme behavior problems, failed attempts at attending Primary, and multiple rejected special helpers, Jack currently doesn’t go to church. While some likely wouldn’t be, we are at peace with this arrangement. Here is what we know:…

Just Enough

This week we did four doctor’s appointments, an ER visit, and a hospital stay. We did an adjustment on Jack’s anti-psychotic drug and Charlie’s anxiety med. Jack launched and then dismantled the fake Christmas tree, after trying to suck off the ornaments with the shop vac. So I cleaned it up and put it away, throwing away all the broken…

Lunch

On a day when I sharpened my elbows to shop with the masses for Thanksgiving groceries, held Jack down with the help of three nurses while the ENT poked around in his cursed left ear, and hauled the younger sibs along for the show, I gave myself permission to eat a doughnut for lunch. It was completely restorative.

Lame Tree? Just Breathe.

It’s not even officially the Christmas season yet, and I’m jaded and burned out over Christmastime. Tragic violin music plays in the background to this realization. For Family Night last Monday I had this burst of energy which I channeled into ordering Dutch to get out the (pre-lit, artificial) tree and putting the boys to work at decking it out.…

I’m Over It

I am officially over it. Not everything, just some things. It’s good to know it and say it. *First, purses and high heels.* No thanks. Currently I carry a backpack. This fact makes me want to toss my hair and laugh maniacally. HAHAHAHAHA! Take that, Kate Spade! I’m like a student again. An old mom student with my grey knapsack…

When Vacuums Fly

I’m having a hard time writing lately. I sit down with my iPad, but everything I type feels really whiny or self-indulgent (it’s all about meeeeeeee!) and I just stop because seriously, how annoying. I’m not sure where to draw the line between honest portrayals of my family and sounding like I’m harping on the hard things. How much is…

November is the Coolest Month

T.S. Eliot said April is the cruelest month, but he’s wrong. January has that distinction. Let’s not think about that right now though. It’s reasonable to practice winter avoidance behaviors. November is cool because it’s all tweedy browns and yellows with bare branches and 1970’s harvest gold leaf carpets on the lawns and sidewalks. The Halloween frenzy is done. All…

My week in quotes…

1. Behavior therapist, to Charlie: “If your teacher is walking into the school with her arms full of boxes and she can’t open the door, what could you do?” Charlie, with a look of complete sincerity and innocence: “Block her out?” 2. “I think there should be a rule that everyone in the world should get a standing ovation at…