Oh, my word, Becky, it has already been a day and it is only 2 pm. It has rained all weekend, and that is not a bad thing. Well, the flooding part is not great, but the rain was much needed.
I love listening to the gentle rain on our metal roof. The sound makes me want to just stay in bed and snuggle up with a warm cup of chicken broth. Alas, this was not what my day entailed.
We (meaning Hunter and me) had to get going to therapy, this morning. OT, SLP, and PT are about 35 minutes away, so we had to hustle. With the rain, it is hard to hustle because, at some points, I could not see the road.
He did really well, in therapy. I got teary watching him struggle, though. It is hard for me to think that this is the only life he remembers. He does not remember being a healthy, busy toddler. Shaking, compensating for his shaking, that’s what he remembers.
I had to call it a day during PT because he began drooling. Drooling is a sign that he has overdone it and that his body is fixing to shut down. Once the drooling starts, the belching begins, and then we are done for the day.
I hate this condition.
Heading home, I decided I would stop and get him lunch. It was already afternoon and he had had a couple of peanut butter power bites, but he was hungry. I stopped by Burger King and prepared to get him a salad (his choice) but at the last minute, he wanted a burger.
He ate the burger and my fries, on the way home. I had forgotten his sippy cup so he could not have his juice. He can’t hold those little packets of juice to his face, squeeze and drink at the same time. That is just too much for him.
How sad is that?
Kids are doing their schoolwork, though one of my children “forgot” that he lied about doing some work, from last week. Now, I grade everything at the end of the week, except the Bible. That, I ask where they got to and they tell me.
This particular child stated that XYZ was done, so when I asked him again today (to make his new schedule), he suddenly realized that he lied to me and now he is backtracking in a big way.
So, he sits, thumbing through his Bible to see where he actually stopped and how big of a lie he decided to tell me.
I can’t even.
Shaving a Cat’s Butt
In the midst of Lie-Gate, I decided that Karole (our cat) needed her butt shaved. She was getting a bit unruly and since she is older than dirt, she smears on her fur. I really just wanted to make a safe exit from point A to get point B on the mat without smearing it from here to high heaven.
Have you ever shaved a cat’s butt? It was not one of my best moments. I have a kid crying because he needs someone to feed him his applesauce, one kid crying because they lied, one rushing through and washing every dish known to man (I have no idea why), and one jumping up and down because they lost 1 lb…then, there is Karole, her butt, fur flying, and a turd smeared.
In the Midst
I received a sad email from my niece, my youngest son’s biological mom. Broke my heart. My heart is heavy for one of my nephews. I am missing my Lady like crazy and her one year anniversary is sneaking up on me. Plus, there is supper to cook, things to put back on my wall, baseboards to paint, a house to clean, and so on.
For now, I will finish shaving the cat’s butt. I am having said child reread what he already “read.” I turned the diffusers on, so my house may be dirty, but it smells good. I will delegate the paint of the baseboards to Alyssa when she gets home. There is an email that I will be sending to my niece and prayers that go up for my nephew.
I will wipe the drool, wipe my tears, love my God, and trust that His ways are higher than my ways. There will be no running down the road naked, screaming at the top of my lungs. Not today, Becky, not today.