Raising children with neurological disorders and realizing, after all these years, that I've only been "passing for normal"
Saturday, January 10, 2015
7 In Recovery Takes
1. Two blogs posts two weeks in a row. Must be a miracle. Or a New Year's Resolution. Or I'm just bored and avoiding all the folding I need to do with clean laundry. Or I won't let myself go hide in a book because all the chores aren't done yet (those overflowing laundry baskets). Or I'm waiting for my Gluten-Free Bisquik biscuits to come out of the oven and this is a good way to pass the time. Or even though the sun is shining, it's 23 degrees outside but feels like 10 (so says the internet) so the farthest I'm going today is the mailbox.
2. I have 17 unwatched episodes of Castle on my DVR and no desire to watch them. None. It just isn't fun anymore. I keep thinking I'll change my mind, which is why they are still there, but I haven't yet. I used to stay up late Monday nights to watch the show live, but I haven't done since season 3, I think. Sigh. 25 gigs on the server. We still have a terrabyte of free space so it's not like I have to make a decision today, but it's starting to bug me.
3. Alex is painting the bathroom with toothpaste, regularly. The toilet, the walls, the sink, and now the trash can. It's wasteful, yes, but really annoying and getting harder to clean up. Somehow, I'm not fulfilling his creative needs sufficiently.
Our kids have rotten impulse control (autism + AD/HD = disastrous impulse control, not to be confused with compulsions, like reciting Green Eggs and Ham for the 3 millionth time and I am not kidding about the 3,000.000!) Both of them, every couple of weeks, dump out all the shampoo or body soap into the tub while bathing to make bubbles or paint the shower walls or something. And I wonder where all the money goes. Miranda is flat broke at the moment because she had to contribute towards the last bottle of replacement shampoo. I want to be able to tell them "Go take a shower" and not have to watch them while they do it. And they smell too strongly to skimp on the soap. Irritating.
4. I'm making my way through Grace Burrowes' extensive backlist, reading them in series order, of course, like the good little compulsive reader that I am. But I am stuck halfway through Lady Sophie's Christmas Wish. A wee bit bored, I think. But since this is my tenth book by Burrowes and all the previous have been excellent, I guess she's allowed to write one that's only average in quality.
My favorite books for rereading, especially when I'm ill or tired or just plain grumpy are Jayne Castle's dusy bunny series or (same author) the Arcane Society series published under the names Jayne Ann Krentz and Amanda Quick.
Interjection: the biscuits are a little dry and flavorless. I'm going to add honey, though clotted cream would be better, but I don't have any of that. Man, I miss refrigerator biscuits.
5. I'm trying to set small goals for myself for getting back on top of household chores and such after being down for more than a week with the flu. I'm writing one thank you card per day and trying to clean up one area. Like this morning after the dishes got done I actually bleached the counters. And my honey helped to get the Christmas tree down and put away. Well, I helped him. Otherwise, it's just too overwhelming and it sends me straight back to my flannel sheets and the next library book on the stack.
6. The Australian Open starts in one week! I'm so excited! Tennis started back up this week so I've been checking the scores at least twice a day. If I had the tennis channel, I would probably never get anything done. Except cross stitch.
7. I need to review my 2014 list and post a final revision of all the movies I wanted to see but didn't. Last year was the best year for us; hopefully, 2015 will be better.
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Friday, January 2, 2015
7 Flu Takes
1. New Month. New Year. New logo because we have a new host for Quick Takes. Jen Fulwiler is too busy with her book and her radio show, so she passed it off to Kelly at This Ain't The Lyceum. Should be an interesting transition.
2. Alex, Miranda and myself are starting the year with the flu. We started running fevers on Tuesday. Thankfully, this is not the I'm-going-to-die-for-two-whole-weeks-flu from last Feb-Mar. It's just a fever and fatigue. But you make strange decisions when you have the flu, like watching the first two seasons of Star Wars: The Clone Wars in 48 hours (that was Tuesday and Wednesday). I liked the first couple of seasons generally, but I think I'm done for a while.
3. I had made all kinds of play date plans for this week, of course. And then had to cancel all of them. Alex doesn't want to go back to school on Monday but Miranda will probably be thrilled to go just to see someone she isn't related to.
4. Gluten-free living with the flu means no Campbell's Homestyle Chicken Noodle Soup and absolutely no Saltines. Very saddening. However, I can still eat rainbow sherbet and drink ginger ale, so all is not lost.
5. We had a lovely Christmas dinner with Marshall's parents, his sister and her family, and the Olson's with lots of food and wonderful company. We missed my parents, who celebrated with my brothers in L.A., but we thought of them often as we were using their house to celebrate in.
6. I haven't sent any thank you cards yet. I am usually the gal who, on Boxing Day, writes them up and mails them off right quick. I haven't even finished opening up Christmas cards from other people. Not to mention the Christmas letter. Marshall has said he's not writing it this year (he usually does 95% of the work) so I may do an abbreviated letter in the coming weeks to give us some kind of yearly reference.
7. I was introduced to the new game Trivia Crack but I need new friends to play with since I'm such a know-it-all and a good guesser so most people don't want to play with me. Finally, a game I can win!
Bonus 8: We took no Christmas pictures. We opened presents with the kids with my parents before they left for CA and then opened a few with Marshall's parents Christmas afternoon, but we didn't wrap much for the kids this year. Too much money just to clothe them, between his shredding all his shirts and socks and her growing out of everything yesterday.
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