This photo is significant for two reasons.
- How hot is my husband?!
- This should tell you I finally received replacement cords for my digital camera, which has been missing since last July.
Tired of the Fight
Cross-Posted at Special Needs Parent as well
Do you ever just get really really tired? Tired of it all? Tired of the drama… Tired of being the “responsible adult…” or the “responsible parent…” Tired of dealing with all the kids issues, and having to be on top of it all, and realizing at a certain point…
My God will it never end?
And it won’t.
And I’m feeling it today.
So, my youngest son, Logan (he would be the one with the heart issues) is going to be held back in Kindergarten next year. He’s just not keeping up.
Bad news – He’s being held back.
Good news – He’s being held back.
On the one hand – developmentally speaking – he’s very very young. That’s just because of his heart issues… Smart as a whip – but more like a 4 year old (physically and mentally) than a 5 year old. Smallest in his class. As his teacher put it, there are no learning issues, there are no psychological or behavioral issues. He, quite simply, needs the gift of time.
On the other hand – he’s made friends. And now the kids, in school, will be three years apart instead of two.
And this was the one that I thought we’d have no school problems with – at least until it was time for his surgery.
I’m just…
I don’t know. I’m sad. I’m sad that he’s got extra issues too.
I’m sad – and actually crying – this is endless. Day after day. One thing after another. Constant issues. If it’s not their emotional issues, it’s behavioral, or learning, or too slow, or too young, or too small, or “not accomplishing his potential.” I’m so so tired.
I’m just sick of it all. Please excuse the rant. It might be a sleep factor – Logan’s been getting into bed with us -favorite position: on my head. And the wind kicked up around here, which wakes me with slamming things outside, and I’m not getting good sleep. I usually don’t physically cry about this stuff – I just do what needs to be done. Period. That’s my function as their mother, to make sure they have the best care, for the best reasons, with the best results, for their best future, whatever that looks like individually for each of them. I usually don’t get emotional about it. So. Thank you for listening and letting me rant.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day
Having absolutely nothing to do with St. Patty’s Day, this is the conversation from the car this morning, on the way to school:
Joseph: Logan, what do you want to be when you grow up.
Logan: Police.
Joseph: Well… You could be a Sheriff too, you know.
Logan: What’s that?
Joseph: Same as police – they just wear a different hat.
Pay no attention
Testing feed. Please go back to your business.
Nothing I Can Do
Well… There’s nothing I can do really… The are long excerpts, not the whole thing – the excerpt, plus the link, means it basically sucks, and there’s basically nothing I can do.
I am going to be taking some steps for prevention of this in the future, however. And yes that could mean partial feeds. I’ve already gotten feedback that I will not be read due to that.
I’ve decided that if I go that route, and I’m not read because people want don’t want to click over? That’s ok. Sucks, but ok. I need to do whatever I’m comfortable with. I’m not sure what that looks like yet – but the only thing I’m selling here on my blog is me.
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