Month: March 2017

Things No One Tells You About Turning Forty

Even though you’re not technically aged, your knees might start falling apart. Yay. You inwardly feel like you’re twenty, but actual twenty-year-old people think you’re an old person. You might have a child who is the same age as the characters in the YA novels you like to read. You know, the characters that are running around having adventures and…

No Lamps Were Harmed

Over the weekend, Jack took a pair of scissors to my laptop and iPhone cables. They were in bits beside my nightstand. I said a swear. Thankfully, no lamps were harmed in this scenario. I saw an article today in my news feed with the title, “The Hidden Costs of Special Needs Parenting.” Or maybe it was “The Hidden Costs…

Things that Irritate, Things that Replenish

Things that irritate me: Flowery posts and memes about “My daughter is my best friend,” or “God loves me so he gave me a daughter.” It feels exclusionary, like you’re not a real woman unless you have a daughter to complete you, or God doesn’t actually care about you since, you know, no daughter. Am I overly sensitive that this…

Homeostasis

A new week is here, along with structure, routine, and a somewhat healthier me (meaning, I’m beginning to recover from my plague). When Jack has his helpers, when I get to be active, when SPRING shows up and wrests our winter blahs away, we are a living manifestation of homeostasis. Don’t question if will last. Don’t wonder why it never…

Sea Glass is Pretty

My mother-in-law brought dinner to us yesterday, along with their old grill on which to cook the steaks. Our grill, may it rest in peace, did not survive many years at Jack’s hands. He threw it off the deck a dozen times, even after we first tied it with rope to the deck, and then chained it. Jack is enterprising…

Random Spring Things

I have a sinus infection and so does Jeff. His voice sounds fine. Mine sounds like I’ve been smoking for the past 32 years. We are both on the same antibiotic. We are both lethargic. The good news is, Jack has his day program today and Sunday, which means we were able to spend some quality time at the InstaCare and…

Enough

Last night before bed, Jack found my keys, unlocked the storage room, and smashed a fair number of light bulbs. This morning, he poured out a new bottle of hand soap, shredded some Nerf darts, and irrevocably made off with my deep conditioner and my dry erase markers for teaching. Our day to day life may as well feature Jack…

Charlie’s Birthday, Winter is Finished

When things start to look up after hard times, do you ever look around and think, “Is this going to last? It’s so good. Too good, maybe.” This is how I feel today—like a nightgown on a clothesline in a breeze. But will the breeze turn into a downpour, and will a wind gust blow the nightgown into a muddy…

Extremely Shallow Shoe-Buying Post

Because I am, apparently, getting old, I require shoes that don’t kill my feet. I’m not ready for Dr. Scholl’s brand footwear yet, but I know myself well enough that when shopping online for shoes, I need comfortable flats. The end. Online shopping fits the quagmire of my life with my particular children so much better than the traditional have-free-time-and-drive-to-actual-stores model of shopping. And…

Balm

On Monday, Jack bit Hannah, his ABA therapist, on the face. It was horrific. He has a jaw like a vice, and can clamp down on innocent, unsuspecting flesh like a lightning strike. Poor Hannah was brave and forgiving, but tears poured from her eyes. I know how she feels. Jack can hurt you so quickly and painfully that you’re…