So, I like writing. Up until the point I don't. And chances are, you like reading... up until the point you don't. We will solve this by doing this 'Five For Friday' style just to catch you up a bit. (I reserve the right to go past five.) I will throw in a few (what I find to be) entertaining pictures and we'll call this done for the day.
Sensory Processing Disorder. I'll link it there in case you are a nerd like me. If you decide to take on that rabbit hole, I will tell you he is affected proprioceptive-ly and perhaps vestibular-ly. What this means for me is that all his little quirky-quirks that were so hard to explain are now being unraveled. His speech delay has reasoning behind it. Waking up screaming five times a night is explained. Broken windows in the living room are explained. Even the fact we've always called him 'The Brute' somehow makes even more sense. It was not that long ago I began googling 'autism', if that tells you anything. I knew something was up, I just couldn't put my finger on it. Autism seemed like an awfully harsh diagnosis, but I knew there had to be an answer to his behavior and delays. The diagnosis of SPD comes with a lot of relief and a lot of damn work, honestly.
2. This happened:
All possible chaos hits the fan around September 19th. My excitement is squelched both by the stress of it all and the
3. Excessively douche-y douche bags. There. I said it. People suck. I've gotten pretty sick of people lately and maybe that was one of the reasons I haven't blogged. Picture it: you tell someone, "Yay! We're having a baby!" and it is met with:
"Have you heard from the discovery channel on having your own show yet?!"
"Giving the Duggars a run for their money?"
"Do you know what causes that?"
These statements seem to be all in fun, but I have heard them A MILLION TIMES. It's like when Grandma tells the same damn story over and over again. Eventually you want to smack her. It wears on you. I always answer, "yep... going for our own show! That'll make diapers affordable!" Or "YES. SEX CAUSES IT. WE LIKE IT." Boxed up answers make me feel just as douche-y.
Answering questions about my uterus or my husband's penis is also very fun whether at work, church or on the street:
"Wow. Are one of you going to get fixed?"
"Have you heard of a vas-ect-omy!"
"Will they tie your tubes after labor?"
I have now grown up in a way that allows me to tell nearly anyone, "Well, I really don't think that's any of your business."
I also love when such a 'mistake' must be due to the fact I am Catholic.
"Is this because you are Catholic??"
"Well, I guess you'll just have a big Catholic family." (this was uttered by a Catholic "friend", without a smile and in a very sarcastic manner.)
I didn't make up any of those. Maybe it doesn't seem that bad to you, but I do not live through one single day without a sneer or joke at my expense. After a while it hurts. It hurt with the third kid. It hurt with the fourth kid. The fifth kid is getting it even worse. The attitude from family and friends that the fifth kid is not nearly as important as the first is wearing on me as well.
Okay. I'm done whining.
4. I have rosacea. Nope. Not as big as cancer. For some reason I got a lot of hits on my whole rant on adult acne and I thought you deserved an update. While acne just doesn't seem like the biggest deal, it gets pretty damn old after a while and I am crazy glad to be (nearly) rid of it. I can now show my face in public.
5. We're still rockin' it homeschool style. To the point that we'll finish up our curriculum about a month early. At that point we'll be diving into science full force. I am crazy proud of Coop. His reading is amazing. I don't know how parents get the exact numbers to brag about... 'my child reads on an eleven-teenth-kabillion-one level'... but I'm pretty sure he's up there. Multi-syllable words are no challenge for him and second grade should get pretty exciting. Just to update... I may be one of the only mothers to think "The Story of the World" curriculum sucks, but so be it. We're on the search for history again...
There you have it. That's what I've been 'doing'. Sometimes a whole lot of shit, sometimes a whole lot of 'nothing'. It's true that as a mom the days are so freaking slow, but the years zoom past. I look forward to being in touch with the world again... until next time!