In Light of Recent Events
Unfortunately, the post I wanted to get to today will have to wait for another time.
Time being the key, operative word here. I don't have as much as I'd hoped for. This happens when you have a youngster with multiple disabilities, one of them related to aggressive behaviors, in the public school system, and you get phone calls that suck you into it's vortex away from your job and away from other things you may have going on.
See? I have a LOT to catch you people up on. So many unfinished rants.
Like Tscychovsky or Schubert, with symphonies left un-done, I have pages of un-refined, un-released bitching I have been itching to unleash. Huh? Who are those guys? Aren't you the dude who likes to talk about titties? And while we're at it...waitaminute...didn't you say yesterday that this was going to be a whole new era, a more positive Lilly? That you were tired of being a Negative Nancy?
That was yesterday.
Today? I'm just tired. And I haven't showered since Monday. I feel gross. I meant to shower on Tuesday. Just never got around to it. Carter was home sick, time slipped out of my hands, and by the time I had to watch the kids at night (Jen works some late night shifts now)...well, I never am comfortable in the shower if Bennett is here without other supervision. I'm just not. And he didn't fall asleep until REALLY late. By then I just didn't care.
Then today, I figure I hit the shower mid-afternoon, after I get some make-up work done. Nope, not gonna happen. Phone call. Remember? So shower has to wait along with everything else. Typing this in short, controlled bursts while I manage him.
Getting a chance to finalize it while he is in the tub. I have line of sight and the tub always (scratch that...most of the time) seems to grok with him. He's cantankerous as all get out today too. Hence...the phone call. But I suspect he has a stomach bug. Some extra poopage even with highly constipating medication. That and a heightened aggression level. Slight change in what he is asking for eating-wise. Overall, something is off about him.
Just wish he could FUCKING TELL ME!!!
Ahh...that feels so much better. Like putting on a nice worn-in old coat and finding a crisp $50 bill in it from the winter before. I can already see I am going to feel much more relaxed this year But yeah...we still have major communication delays and stuff like that out the wazoo. In fact, even though a lot of stuff has changed in a year? A lot hasn't. Just like the rest of ya.
Let's see...I've covered being smelly and unwashed, boobs, feces, classical music, hulking out, hinted at how I am starting to see just how monumentally difficult is with having a disabled child in our public educational system...aren't you glad I decided to come back?