Jake off of his Adderall XR:
- more verbalization
- more silliness
- less able to sit in class
- more clearly visible by his reactions that he is "there" because he is making sounds and laughing appropriately at funny things
- I feel like I need to research every drug on the market to find him a new drug that will help him focus without losing what little verbal ability he has.
Travel to Tahoe, Southern California, East Bay and everywhere else we went this summer:
- Lots of great memories for kiddos and grownups
- Nice things to reference in the car when we there is a crybaby Lucy who misses her cousins
- Out of control laundry and suitcases that have not officially been unpacked completely in over a month.
- Nagging feeling that I am behind
I have finally done all of the laundry:
- can't find any time to fold it unless I am awake at 2am
- can't find anything because it is in a gajillion baskets all over my bedroom
- brief sense of accomplishment until I open the dryer and find more clothing that, while clean and dry... is still magically not going to be folded and put away.
- constant feeling that I am behind
Date night with Descartes on Thursdays:
- happy husband and wife who actually talked...to each other.. throughout an entire dinner about more than just who needs to go potty.
- less cash
- less time to do crappy laundry (see above)
Can I Sit With You? book number two being published this fall:
- whooo hoooo excitement and thrill of accomplishing something meaningful
- constant feeling that I am behind
Lucy is most precious bright star:
- no sleep for precocious toddlers in our family apparently because she has not been asleep before 11pm more than once in the last two weeks.
- I am worn out by 10 am each day
- have seriously contemplated nearly full time preschool/daycare so at least someone can stimulate her for 8 hours a day.
- breath-stealing guilt that I am sometimes annoyed by her smart, capable, little personage, after my oft-mentioned heartache of having a child with disabilities.
Finally took care of myself and went to the doctor for shoulder pain:
- not only do I have a rotator cuff injury, but something is f'd up in my elbow as well.
- need to go to physical therapy 2-3 times a week for at least a month
- personal mini-crisis wondering how the hell I am supposed to be strong enough to care for my disabled child when I am only going to get older and weaker
- guilt for not going to the gym regularly so I could have avoided this injury, be in better shape and live a healthier life for me and my family.
I am now going to clean the guest room, one room, (I can do it) while Lucy is FINALLY taking a nap.
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