Monday, November 22, 2010

Monday, Monday

     Just looked at the packet of information that the treatment center sent me.  OMG, it will take days to complete.  Then, there are a few packets I need to send to school to have them fill out.  Kinda wished I wouldn't have opened it this week.  I have enough on my hands with trying to cook everything I've been asked (and all the stuff I WANT to cook) and trying not to kill Spencer.  He has already been issued a warning that he may not see six years old with the way he is behaving.

     Not that his behavior is likely to change, but it does give me a slight feeling of control.  Gotta take them when I get them.  I didn't take anything to help me sleep, thinking I was tired enough to collapse. I did go to sleep around 9, but by 11, I was wide awake.  Took another little nap, and have been up since about midnight.  Funny thing is, I'm not even tired.  Check me at three this afternoon and I'm sure it will be a different story.  

     Now, I've got the car thing to worry about.  My lease is up in January and after Peyton's pronouncement that he could almost touch the back of my chair with his knees, I figured I had better trade in my car for something else.  I hate the tedious process of negotiating the deal.  Considering all of the cars I have had, I have never once done the dealing myself.  I don't care for it at all.   

     Gearing myself up for the day ahead.  

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Please don't feed the ego

     While I appreciate all of the Facebook messages, posts and emails telling me what I great mother I am and what a great sacrifice I am making, I feel like a fraud accepting such high accolades.  This seemingly selfless act is probably the most selfish thing I have done in a long time.  I have gotten to the point where I do not know how much longer I can take things as they are now.  Feeling pushed against a wall, I did the only thing I know to do, fight back.   Of course, it is in the biggest way possible !

    

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Check, please!

   I am done.  Really.  Had enough.  Hubby and I were having trouble with Skype.  Of course, all it took was a change to his settings.  Skype had automatically chosen external mic and speakers instead of the internal ones.  Weird.  Was trying to make myself presentable yesterday and burned my face with the curling iron.  On my cheek.  About 2 inches long, and difficult to cover with makeup, which is what I had to do to pick up Pey from school and get him his 11 year old immunizations.  The good thing is, my hubby cooked.  Those of you who know him, know that he can only make two things- 1. reservations & 2. take out orders.  So we went with 2 and got New Orleans Food and Spirits.  Yummy!!

     Still haven't gotten any word as to when I can return the therapists notes, etc. to her.  She would like to 'discuss' my decision with her.  No discussion is going to happen.  People with agendas need not weigh in on my family's decisions.  

     Now I've got drama coming out of my ears.  I am wondering if this is all intentional or the result of some conflict I am completely unaware of.  In my defense, I do quite often have my head up my posterior.  Enough for today.  I will blog again when something interesting happens, so don't expect one for a while!

Monday, November 15, 2010

INSOMNIA

As is common in children with an autism spectrum disorder (the true technical name for it), my son has many sleep disturbances.  Why do I bring this up now?  Because the time change has completely and totally wrecked havoc on an otherwise manageable system.  Couple that with my own sleep problems and I am one tired chick!  Now, if I was a celebrity, I would check into some posh resort and have my reps issue a statement that I am suffering from exhaustion and just need to recuperate.  But, I'm not :(

This weekend, the little man pulled the ultimate trick on us.  Friday morning, he slept until 6:30.  We were so excited.  But that was short-lived.  He woke me up on Saturday at 4:30 and Sunday at 5:00.  And, no, he does not let me take a nap.

Which gave me plenty time to think. What is it that I want from this new program we are going to try? I narrowed it down to three basic wishes.

  1. Spencer needs some form of communication.  I don't care if it is talking, sign language or picture symbols.  Just something other than kicking you out of bed, and yanking you where he wants you to go.
  2. POTTY!  He was potty-training last summer with great success.  In fact, he wore underwear to school for the first week.  Then, he just stopped.  We are back on pull ups because he has become too lazy.
  3. A regular sleep cycle.  
Doesn't seem like much, but it is to us.  Time to get the kids ready for school.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Oh, Boy!!

If you are reading this, then you are aware that Spencer and I will be relocating to the Atlanta area in late December.  To say that I am brave is inaccurate.  I am only doing what anyone else in my situation would do: make sure you get the best treatment (and try all available treatments) that work for your child.  To be honest, I am scared shitless.

Okay, so I've informed my parents,  friends, and Spencer's therapists.  Have not yet informed the school bus driver nor the school, but I am wading into this slowly.  Still so much to do before we leave and more to do to make sure he is ready for his new school on January 3.

Imagine my surprise when Spencer's therapist calls today and leaves a message that she would like to discuss my decision with her.  Um, sweetie, the only discussion that matters is the one between my husband and myself.  While you are allowed your opinion, which you will no doubt share with me, your view will be taken with a grain of salt, since you will be losing the Martin money tree.

Still haven't heard from the home-based therapist, but she wasn't going to be around for the long haul.  She complained about ending sessions at 5:30 (she was getting stuck in rush hour traffic) and was not open about staying to 6.  Oh well.  I need to maximize as much family time as we can cram in the next month and a half.

I am new at this blogging thing, but it just might be the release I need without broadcasting every moment of my life on facebook.