Friday, May 01, 2009
Like Sharon, and many of other adoptive parents, we too live with several time bombs. It is disconcerting and stressful, our collective level of annoyance, I'm certain, is quite high and, for me, working hard outside helps to ease my stress level, allowing me to sleep at night. The medications force the bombs to doze.
Dr. C added Depakote to Jonathan's regime, we made no changes for Paloma at the moment. We are still waiting for a staffing possibility after six months of paperwork documentation and meetings.
CW, AKA Dubs or Dubby, is 13 today and the My how time flew routine gets old around here with constant birthday celebrations. I have to talk him into letting me spend money, as he has zero material desires. Last year I steered him to a soccer store where he was able to meet some of his needs. Such a great kid, the icing on my cake so to speak. I'm blessed to be his mom even if I'm technically his abuelita.
He was down at the soccer park practicing with his team until nearly nine last night, an aggressive, involved player and thankfully so, as how frustrating, even for him, must our life be sometimes? Fortunately his age group of boys here are some great kids that are brother friends. More importantly CW is level headed and amiable.
I spent the big bucks (for me) and bought a non yard sale item. $5.99 for a hamster wheel for Martin's hand-me-down from Miriam gerbil. My teacher retirement paycheck spent at the pet store. I've lost my mind.
I just gave Dubs a talking-to. I know sometimes it's tough to be the rational one in a bunch of yoyos, but it'll pay off in his future. If one can survive this house, one will be prepared for anything on earth. His leadership qualities have been born and nurtured here.
Maybe I'll get yard sale tshirts printed up. Maybe I'll offer up this house and property up for the TV show Survivor...no one would win though, they'd all quit in fear, dismay and alarm.
Ain't no one (but me) this tough.