Most days are packed. Up at 4:45, giving the kids their meds, getting ready to walk around 5:30 with Tony, neti pot, yoga, rower, shower, makeup, drive into school, participate in everything that might be required there, drive home, be present for anything his ABA RBT or BCBA needs, do some chores when they don’t
I spoke very minimal Spanish when our little man was first placed with and adopted into our family. What motivated me initially to continue to learn was our son, because I had wanted him to be able to have a conversation with his birth mom should he ever choose to want to meet and talk
I had a series of revelations recently about what some of my more significant stressors are and how they are impacting my health. The contrast was made by comparing some blood pressure readings, interestingly enough. A couple of months ago I needed to take Tony in to a follow up I had with my allergist
A Bit Of Gratitude… To the EMS Coordinator for the Buckeye Valley Fire District (who will remain unnamed here) for helping me resolve a longstanding billing concern related to our son’s ambulance ride to the ER back in 2016, THANK YOU <3. For those of you who are family or who have been reading here
The past several years have felt like life coming at me as I stood, like Amy Lee in the video for Bring Me To Life, on one circumstantial ledge after another, trying to climb up from an effort to solve one problem to a solution for the next. And every time I get to that
I have lived somewhere in this metropolis for 29 of the past 31 years, split into two periods of time. I don’t ever recall a time where the rain poured with such steady thickness for so many hours as it did last Sunday, but I had chosen to ignore to the flash flood warning messages
“Mama!” I heard Hannah call out this fearful exclamation as I slipped down the last four stairs in our house, emotionally crusted over from I can’t even begin to tell you how many sleep deprived middle of the night escapades with Tony. My physical reflexes were often slightly impaired and set to spastic that early
I’m starting a bit later than usual to plunk out my thoughts this week because I had to spend some time in one of my happy places to insulate my emotional reserves some for this topic. Which of course, should serve as a warning that I may be about to type some things that some
So, as I’m typing this, the new fridge I ordered yesterday (because the old one is not going to be gasping out enough cold air to keep food safe for much longer) is sitting in our living room. I’ve been in non-stop (and therefore mentally out of breath) mode since yesterday… and now have unexpected
I was somewhere between 18 months and two years of age (I suspect closer to the 18 months side because I am seventeen months older than my sister) the first time I remember being placed in a situation of overwhelming responsibility. My mother had gone somewhere or returned to work after having given birth, and
