It’s All Fun and Games…

My intentions of writing every day during the Summer, during my free time, went completely the way of the dodo. Looking back? I believe it would have a little something to do with Bub breaking his arm right before school let out. Le sigh…

Yep, poor kid spent most of the Summer in a cast. And not just one cast either. He had FIVE. Yes, you read that correctly. The Boy Child had FIVE different casts. Seven, if you count the two different temporary ones. Imma just stick with the fiberglass casts though. And it was hard enough keeping that one dry. Because of course we had a camping trip planned. And of course we were camping right next to a creek. And naturally it had to rain. Would you believe my nerves were shot to hell by the end of that trip?! So, cast #1 got wet(think Nub) and of course this couldn’t have happened during office hours so it required a trip to the ER. Now, this first cast was almost to his shoulder so he was pretty pitiful looking. Cast #2 came off and a shorter cast took its place. Cast #3 came off after Bub decided to put a penny AND a fake gem down in whilst at Twilight Camp. We were feeling pretty confident that Cast #4 was gonna be the last one right up until the Doc ordered Cast #5 because the break wasn’t fully healed. At which point I just started to laugh. Being the mama of three boys ain’t for wimps, y’all.

Fast forward two weeks and the cast is removed! Mass celebrations ensue. Vast and complicated Water Wars are plotted and executed. There’s talk of a quick beach trip. Or even just the pool. All those lovely plans went up in smoke the night Nub slammed Dub’s pinky in the door, and (wait for it) broke it. Bonus points to those of you who guessed correctly that of course this took place after office hours requiring the usual trip to the ER. Now this happens to be the same exact pinky that Dub broke last Fall when Bub slammed it in the door. But it’s a different spot. And a different door as well. In the interest of keeping all the facts straight. So we go to our Ortho, the one that I swear I am singlehandedly helping put his children through college, and he gives us the awesome news that he will not have to repair the break by placing pins in the break. Which is awesome news, and also slightly unexpected, because hello…pins? WHAT? I shake off that little freak out just in time to hear him say those six magical words every parent dreads. You can pick out your color. Gah. Another cast. And the end of all our fleeting, last-of-Summer dreams.

It’s been a long Summer, y’all. To say the least. Add in a weekly therapy session for Bub and a new job for the hubs? Pure insanity, y’all. Definitely not how I envisioned spending the last little bit of time we had together before school started. The best laid plans and all that. Them’s the breaks (see what I did there? I got jokes.) when you are the mama of three rough and tumble boys.

You know I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The Absence of April…

April was not my favorite month, as months go. The weather was crazy. It’s cold, it’s hot. It’s hot, it’s cold. And just for fun, let’s throw in some nasty thunderstorms that have the potential for tornadoes. I’m an Autism Mama, I already have nutty sleep patterns. I don’t need potential anything addin’ to it, y’all. I stayed up all night watchin’ the news. In my particular area I think we got lucky. By the grace of God. It looks like this year’s Tornado Season may be a rough one.

 

In other news, we also started testing Bub for Autism. I’m pretty sure that’s gonna be a whole other post right there. But honestly? I’m just not quite ready to write it. I’m just not. 

 

We did start our garden though! Seven tomato plants, people. Seven. I am determined to have some ‘maters this year. Even if it kills me dead. And…I think I may have solved my Tomato Worm Dilema. Word on the street is DILL. Yep, I planted Dill in between all my tomatoes to discourage those dern worms. We’ll see if it works. Dern worms.

IEP SchmIEP…

For some ridiculous reason I still get nervous when it comes to Nub’ s IEP. Yep, it’s that time of year again. The dreaded IEP. But honestly? His team and school freaking rock. His soon-to-be 5th grade teacher has already requested he be in her class. Like back in the Fall. Seriously. He is beloved by the staff at his school, and most of his class. It helps tremendously in fostering his sense of confidence in his surroundings.

 

That having been said, he only has one more year there. And then we move on to middle school. I think perhaps the one saving grace is that all the children from his elementary school will also move up with him. Other than that? Unchartered waters, y’all. I know one sixth grade teacher. That’s it. One.

 

We don’t do well with change. Or transitions. I’ve started talking to him about it because anytime ANYTHING changes in his routine it’s best to begin talking about said change as soon as possible. And as often as possible. During the academic year they have Math/Science Nights at the middle school and I think that might help him to familiarize himself with his new surroundings. I’ll do whatever it takes. I am Mama, hear me roar and all that.

 

I’m also slightly worried about whether he’ll continue to be mainstream, with a para or classified as special ed. He’s unbelievably smart and he needs to be challenged constantly. I worry they won’t be prepared enough for him. And I’m worried about Common Core and how that will affect him. I have a list of questions a mile long, y’all. At least. I’m going into this meeting as prepared as I can possibly be. It’s my job. If I don’t advocate for my son, who will?

 

I got this, y’all. Just sayin’…Image

Spring Is So Not The Thing…

Our weather has been rather interesting this Winter. To say the least. I’ve been so excited that Spring is almost upon us(tomorrow!) and I’ve been planning my garden like a fiend. What plants I want, ways of dealing with common garden pests(Yes, I’m looking right at you tomato worms. You’re going down this year. Down, I say!), combinations of vegetables to plant together, etc. It’s basically what has kept me sane during all this cold ass weather and the resulting craziness of three boys stuck inside the house.

So with all that having been said, guess who saw a reputable meteorologist mention the possibility of the “S” word for next week? You have gotta be kidding me. It’s Spring(tomorrow!). Say it with me, Spring. That means flowers and yard work. Not snow and colder weather. That’s Winter. Which it most certainly is not. 

Mother Nature, you are drunk. Get it together, sistah.

The Stuffs…

Not a lot of posts in the ol’ February, eh? Yeah, me neither. At first I kind of got all sucked into the Winter Olympics. Until I noticed the terrible coverage. And that the lovely media didn’t seem to give a rat’s ass about NOT divulging the FREAKING results. Seriously. So annoying. Plus, the courses seemed to be causing some issues amongst the athletes. It was just really disjointed to me. And not at all the embodiment of what I feel the Olympics truly stand for. So disappointed, y’all.

And then there was the bidness of every day life. The hubs is back in school. It snowed. Twice. Which threw my poor state into utter chaos because we don’t really do snow. And ice. The ice was prolly the worst part. It was just a hot ass mess. Add in a power outage and a kid with Autism? Good times. Add in two more children and both adults? We’re lucky it didn’t turn into The Shining up in here. Sheesh.

All in all? Yeah, I’m ready for March. This cold weather is for the birds. C’mon Spring!

Drama, Drama, Drama…

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I really, really, REALLY need to remember this little jewel.

Because honestly? Some of you people out there are nuttier than a fruitcake. And so not in the fun Dharma-esque way. Which is the epitome of ridiculousness when you consider the fact that we are all middle aged. But whatevs.

Imma be all not my circus, not my monkeys, man…

See what I did there?

The One With The Derby…

Today was my very first experience with the Pinewood Derby. It was interesting, to say the least. Lots of build-up and tons of excitement. Adults included! Let’s not forget about the cake either. You know how I feels about the cake…but that’s neither here nor there. The real story lies in the derby cars themselves. Or should I say the father’s of the boy’s who had derby cars? You be the judge…

My understanding of the theory behind the Pinewood Derby is a bonding experience between parent and child. A fun experience with your chirrens. But, and you knew there had to be one. The kids are supposed to do the majority of the work themselves. Should I repeat that? THE KIDS ARE SUPPOSED TO DO THE MAJORITY OF THE WORK THEMSELVES.

Wanna guess where this is going? Yeah. It ain’t pretty. Don’t get me wrong, I’m as competitive as they come. But this is for the kids! When you bring in your “son’s” car and go through registration and weigh in, and then bring it to the table where it will sit under my watchful eye(untouched by anyone!) and then actually have the gall to ask me if it really has to stay on the table because you worked so hard on it. C’mon, man. Really? Every single adult in that gym knew that your son had nothing to do with that car. Which is really sad because there’s an adult category. Seriously.

What are you teaching your children? You have to win no matter what? If you can’t do something, don’t worry, Dad will? Good job. I suppose you expect them to always get a trophy too, eh? Too bad that isn’t how it works in the real world. You are setting your children up for failure. And for what? A plastic trophy?

I guess I must be crazy. My children came up with their designs and their dad and grandpa cut them out. They sanded them. They painted them, with very little help from me. Were they perfect in every way? Not even close. Did they win any trophies? Nope. Not a one. Did they have the best day ever(their words!)? Damn skippy they did. And that means more to me than any trophy or award.

Which is the entire point.