Life is just interesting beyond measure sometimes. Like, traveling to the NIH for myself and my 3 kids to be tested, researched, and hopefully diagnosed. Some words I never thought would ever come out of mouth, yet, here we are. Yesterday was our travel day, and oooh what a shit show it was. We took […]
Traveling to NIH, days 1 and 2 Read More »
Procrastination has a way of sneaking up on you. You might think you’re good, have plenty of time, ahead of the game…and then you very quickly realize just how wrong you were. I’m flying with all 3 of my kids in 37 hours. So, a day and a half. I only just began packing. Why?
Slowly but surely, we get there. Read More »
We are officially one week away from our big important trip to the NIH. That pretty much means that now is the time to stop procrastinating, and put it into focus. I have to pack. And prepare. Mentally and physically. I’ve never flown with 3 kids before. Actually, I’ve only ever flown with one kid
One week away, and a brain full of feelings Read More »
Today started off rather unexpectedly, but it turned out to be exactly what I needed to happen. Every single week day consists of MULTIPLE appointments for me to take my 3 kids to. Usually, I drop my oldest son off at school, immediately take one or both of the other 2 to therapy (PT or
A “break”, but not really. And the burnout is real. Read More »
Yesterday was a whole day. All of them seem to be lately. As always for a Monday, it ended with therapy. For some reason I was more nervous than normal going into it, but I think that’s just because I was feeling some pretty intense things, and that doesn’t always translate super well. We talked
Unnecessary self hatred, and worth being loved. Read More »
For the first time since before Christmas, this is a Monday that truly feels like a Monday. Between holidays and the flu and winter storms, Mondays have been weird for a while now. But this morning finally feels…normal. And honestly, I’m happy to see it. It’s a rainy day…my favorite kind of day, and I’m
Running our own race Read More »
It’s that time again…that magical hour I seem to get once or twice a week of complete solitude. When no one is left in the house but me and the dogs. And, oh, is that so very much my favorite hour. No one needs me, no one is talking or making noise or crying or
Self care…wherever you can find it Read More »
My heads in a rough place. A really…really rough place. So, maybe we’re done. Maybe we give up. Maybe I’m done being hurt. And feeling alone. Going through things that no one else can understand. But even more than that? More than they care, or try to understand. People don’t know how to relate to
Maybe I’m just too broken. Read More »
This morning is another surgery day. This time, for our 5 year old. It isn’t his first, and he’s more upset about having to be hungry (fast) than of being in the hospital. He’s having his adenoids taken out and his nose cauterized. He can literally never breathe, and we’re hoping this helps. His adenoids
Surgery days are hard Read More »
There is so little in my life that I have a say in. That I can influence. Or sway. Or…control. My life is…largely…out my of hands. People abusing you. Raping you. Hurting you. People thinking they can do whatever it is that they want to you. To hurt you. Because…I don’t matter. Only they do.
Control? Yeah, sure. Read More »
