Yesterday I took the Peanut to an "undisclosed location" for a walk and to experience the unpredictable and melancholy weather that is Fall here in the Hudson Valley. The word "melancholy" often denotes a mournful and gloomy meaning, but it also means "sober thoughtfulness and pensiveness;" pensive means "dreamily or wistfully thoughtful." Two words never fit so perfectly together to describe the Hudson Valley; the weather and the woods, the air and the wind, the wide and winding Hudson River, and the ever changing clouds and weather, all whisper those two words together. When I was younger, I could never explain how I felt, I never really understood until now how my feelings change just as the HV does. It isn't merely the weather that changes, the rain or sunshine; it is all of the elements together that are ever changing, moment to moment; it is in the air and the wind and the way the sun shines through the leaves on a tree. I never understood until now how that can affect one's spirit so profoundly and carry through no matter where the physical body is.
When I lived in Hawaii, it was almost always sunny. The weather rarely changed from day to day, so when it was a rainy day or windy, I always enjoyed the change. One would think that constantly sunny weather equates to constant happiness, but it wasn't so. Happiness, thoughtfulness, melancholia, and pensiveness all go beyond mere weather in a place. All of those elements have to be together and whisper it to everyone and everything in that place. Hawaii did not have that--I could not feel it no matter how much I wanted to, but I could feel the anger, hostility, and resentment. No matter how beautiful the scenery, feeling those things coming from the land and its people can make a place not only look ugly but feel ugly too.
My heart was always here in the HV; I have never felt a connection to a place, other than the Adirondacks, such as the one that I feel for the HV. What I never understood until now is how the HV and I are inexplicably woven together. Wherever I went, my feelings and moods were ever changing, just as the HV was though I was gone; it is a kinship to the HV that I now understand. I also never truly understood the words "melancholy" and "pensive" until now, but they describe the HV and I perfectly. The HV's nature is forever woven into the fiber of my being and I will always miss it when we are apart. Some people never have the opportunity to find a place that fits them so perfectly. Had I not left and experienced life in other places, I might not have either. So many people think that "the grass is always greener on the other side," we've had a lot of rain this year and the grass is a lush and gorgeous green as I have ever seen.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Fall has Fallen
Well, all of a sudden fall has fallen here in the Hudson Valley! Yesterday it was in the 80's and humid and today it is breezy and in the 60's---picture perfect fall weather. The brilliant blue sky against the bright autumn leaves is a sight for which there is no comparison. We were on our way to my in-laws for dinner and someone along the way had a wood fire going--it smelled so good! Some leaves are starting to fall too and that crisp woodsy earthy scent gets picked up and carried on the breeze. We had a lot of rain this year so we are expecting a bumper crop of apples. Yay! Fresh picked macs are one of life's little pleasures! The fresh UNPASTEURIZED apple cider is most delicious as well. I LOVE fall! I am so thankful that I get to be here in NY and see fall unfold this year---I love everything about it and I love it here.
Gav is loving school and having a great time too. I hated school with a passion from day one so I am just thrilled beyond words that he loves to go to school. Already you can see that he is thriving--he is a chatterbox with so many new words and sentences and everything is spontaneous, not "programmed." He is confident and independent and more sure of himself. He loves the weather and going to see grammy and grandpa and all of the little things that make life wonderful. Sometimes you can see that he has touched complete contentment and reached the zenith of happiness to an almost 5 year old. It is such a privilege to see that and know that.
Me, I'm trying to figure out how to squeeze a gallon of money out of a quart. I'm not sure that it is possible, but I sure-as-hell am going to try! I'll let you know how that one goes.
I am writing my own kids book, apparently that is the thing to do when you're a stay at home mom with a special needs kid. I didn't get that memo until recently, but I've been working on my kids book for a long time now and it has nothing to do with my son. I wrote it and am doing the illustrations myself as well. It is a labor of love and a work of tribute to a great person I knew and how he brought what he loved to as many people as he could. It is called "The Popcorn Man." Stay tuned. I rewrote the text and am about to sit down and re-do the illustrations. I had already completed the text and illustrations for the first version, but it needed to be simplified and re-focused, so that is what I did and I am just really excited about it. I didn't know I had it in me--I never really considered myself an artist. I always did like to write and thought that one day I might write a book. Even when I was little one of my favorite things to do was make books. My problem is that I have so many ideas that I don't know which one is the right one! However, I have always believed that the Lord would show me which ones and then how and when, and He did. He showed me the way with my company, Sensory Assault Operations and my kids book "The Popcorn Man." The thing is,we all expect that the right ideas will make us a fortune; the word fortune implies money, but the Lord has his own way of seeing and doing and that "fortune" may come in ways that many of us don't look for. Success comes from within, not from within your bank account or checkbook, but from within yourself. The Lord doesn't limit the scope of our successes to just money and material possessions; if we limit ourselves in that way, we will eventually find failure. I want to set standards for myself through the Lord--not through society. So, if maybe my business fails, it was still a success because I did it. I'm not doing "The Popcorn Man" to make a million, I'm doing it as a labor of love and respect. If it is a hit, that's great! If not, I finished it, I carried through and will find contentment in the fact that I successfully wrote, illustrated, and published this book and honored George's life. Someone said once that "all you can do is your best." As long as I do my best in whatever I try, it means I have lived up to my end of the bargain. Everyone has their own standard of "the best," but it is human nature. As long as I know what I am capable of and do it each and every time, if it isn't enough for someone else--that's their problem not mine. All you can do is your best.
Gav is loving school and having a great time too. I hated school with a passion from day one so I am just thrilled beyond words that he loves to go to school. Already you can see that he is thriving--he is a chatterbox with so many new words and sentences and everything is spontaneous, not "programmed." He is confident and independent and more sure of himself. He loves the weather and going to see grammy and grandpa and all of the little things that make life wonderful. Sometimes you can see that he has touched complete contentment and reached the zenith of happiness to an almost 5 year old. It is such a privilege to see that and know that.
Me, I'm trying to figure out how to squeeze a gallon of money out of a quart. I'm not sure that it is possible, but I sure-as-hell am going to try! I'll let you know how that one goes.
I am writing my own kids book, apparently that is the thing to do when you're a stay at home mom with a special needs kid. I didn't get that memo until recently, but I've been working on my kids book for a long time now and it has nothing to do with my son. I wrote it and am doing the illustrations myself as well. It is a labor of love and a work of tribute to a great person I knew and how he brought what he loved to as many people as he could. It is called "The Popcorn Man." Stay tuned. I rewrote the text and am about to sit down and re-do the illustrations. I had already completed the text and illustrations for the first version, but it needed to be simplified and re-focused, so that is what I did and I am just really excited about it. I didn't know I had it in me--I never really considered myself an artist. I always did like to write and thought that one day I might write a book. Even when I was little one of my favorite things to do was make books. My problem is that I have so many ideas that I don't know which one is the right one! However, I have always believed that the Lord would show me which ones and then how and when, and He did. He showed me the way with my company, Sensory Assault Operations and my kids book "The Popcorn Man." The thing is,we all expect that the right ideas will make us a fortune; the word fortune implies money, but the Lord has his own way of seeing and doing and that "fortune" may come in ways that many of us don't look for. Success comes from within, not from within your bank account or checkbook, but from within yourself. The Lord doesn't limit the scope of our successes to just money and material possessions; if we limit ourselves in that way, we will eventually find failure. I want to set standards for myself through the Lord--not through society. So, if maybe my business fails, it was still a success because I did it. I'm not doing "The Popcorn Man" to make a million, I'm doing it as a labor of love and respect. If it is a hit, that's great! If not, I finished it, I carried through and will find contentment in the fact that I successfully wrote, illustrated, and published this book and honored George's life. Someone said once that "all you can do is your best." As long as I do my best in whatever I try, it means I have lived up to my end of the bargain. Everyone has their own standard of "the best," but it is human nature. As long as I know what I am capable of and do it each and every time, if it isn't enough for someone else--that's their problem not mine. All you can do is your best.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Tantruming Our Way Around Town
My son is so cute. I adore my little boy---he really is so sweet. I guess that is why it is surprising and it isn't when his evil twin makes his appearance. I mean, at the age of almost-five, he has taken self-depracating to a new level. This past weekend was Pleasant Valley Weekend--the first in several years. When I was little, I remember doing the bike-a-thon and going to Pleasant Valley Weekend every year. So I was excited that it was back and I would get to go again and this time bring my son. Our agenda was to enjoy the parade first, then head down to the festivities in Cady Park. My son has a love-hate relationship with fire trucks and emergency vehicles in general--he loves the big shiny trucks with lights and hates the noisy horn and sirens.
Now, this was my son's very first parade! Imagine if you will living on a small island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean with well over a million other people and they all are trying to go to the same parade down in Waikiki, and there is very limited and extremely expensive parking. Yeah, no can--we opted out of the parades on Oahu, so I was really excited about taking Gav to this parade. To watch my son, you would think that getting ready to go and see a parade was an act of torture. There was plenty of screaming and kicking and threats. By the time we got to Pleasant Valley, I was already tired out. After awhile Gav settled down and watched the parade in wide-eyed wonder. And then the fire trucks came. They were blowing their horns and running the sirens and that freaked him out, so he wanted my hands over his ears. He was pressing my hands into his ears so hard, his little ears were bright red. We backed up from the road and sat down and then he seemed to really enjoy things. When they started throwing candy along the parade route, he got into it really quick! After the parade, we sat outside at the pizza place and had some lunch and then went down to the fair. There were games and rides, food booths, activity booths, and informational booths. It was warm and there were lots of people there which was really great to see. Gav was excited, but he threw in just enough snottiness that I was ready to curtail our day. He wanted snacks so I bought him snacks and then he didn't want snacks. I was determined to get some kettle corn; I had to wait like 15 minutes for the lemonade and kettle corn and found my parents and my son in the shade. Gav wanted to go on the cars ride and I said he could go. Well, he enjoyed the ride, but when I told him one ride was it, all hell broke loose.
A tantrum-ing we will go! So now we're two for two---first a really ugly tantrum was shared with the town of Millbrook, and now, Pleasant Valley got an encore showing. I had to pick my son up and carry him like a football. The whole time he was screaming and kicking me and trying to bite whatever part of me or my clothes he could get his pearly whites on. I passed a bunch of teenagers with my screaming 50 pound 5 year old and told them to let this scene be birth control for them. We made it out by the road and I dropped him into the grass so he could continue his rant without further injuring me. He refused to walk to the car so up he went and I carried him kicking and screaming, literally, down the road to the car. It was the walk of shame really---I felt like a crappy mom. And I got to share the lovely tantrum with all of the cars going by that were driving into town. My mom jokingly wanted to know how many 911 calls were coming in about a child abduction because of the kicking and screaming and my road-marching to the car with a purpose! Eventually he calmed down and apologized when we got back home and then he had a nap. I wouldn't be surprised if one day I picked up the Poughkeepsie Journal and found a new column and a picture of my and Gav's faces with a caption reading: Which Town Will They Terrorize Next?
Now, this was my son's very first parade! Imagine if you will living on a small island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean with well over a million other people and they all are trying to go to the same parade down in Waikiki, and there is very limited and extremely expensive parking. Yeah, no can--we opted out of the parades on Oahu, so I was really excited about taking Gav to this parade. To watch my son, you would think that getting ready to go and see a parade was an act of torture. There was plenty of screaming and kicking and threats. By the time we got to Pleasant Valley, I was already tired out. After awhile Gav settled down and watched the parade in wide-eyed wonder. And then the fire trucks came. They were blowing their horns and running the sirens and that freaked him out, so he wanted my hands over his ears. He was pressing my hands into his ears so hard, his little ears were bright red. We backed up from the road and sat down and then he seemed to really enjoy things. When they started throwing candy along the parade route, he got into it really quick! After the parade, we sat outside at the pizza place and had some lunch and then went down to the fair. There were games and rides, food booths, activity booths, and informational booths. It was warm and there were lots of people there which was really great to see. Gav was excited, but he threw in just enough snottiness that I was ready to curtail our day. He wanted snacks so I bought him snacks and then he didn't want snacks. I was determined to get some kettle corn; I had to wait like 15 minutes for the lemonade and kettle corn and found my parents and my son in the shade. Gav wanted to go on the cars ride and I said he could go. Well, he enjoyed the ride, but when I told him one ride was it, all hell broke loose.
A tantrum-ing we will go! So now we're two for two---first a really ugly tantrum was shared with the town of Millbrook, and now, Pleasant Valley got an encore showing. I had to pick my son up and carry him like a football. The whole time he was screaming and kicking me and trying to bite whatever part of me or my clothes he could get his pearly whites on. I passed a bunch of teenagers with my screaming 50 pound 5 year old and told them to let this scene be birth control for them. We made it out by the road and I dropped him into the grass so he could continue his rant without further injuring me. He refused to walk to the car so up he went and I carried him kicking and screaming, literally, down the road to the car. It was the walk of shame really---I felt like a crappy mom. And I got to share the lovely tantrum with all of the cars going by that were driving into town. My mom jokingly wanted to know how many 911 calls were coming in about a child abduction because of the kicking and screaming and my road-marching to the car with a purpose! Eventually he calmed down and apologized when we got back home and then he had a nap. I wouldn't be surprised if one day I picked up the Poughkeepsie Journal and found a new column and a picture of my and Gav's faces with a caption reading: Which Town Will They Terrorize Next?
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Making the Impossible Work
When we say things are impossible, it implies that they can't be overcome. I like to think that almost nothing is impossible. That's also a very good mindset to have when your husband is in the Army. I've been called upon to make decisions that really, I always felt were way out of my league. Like when I had to decide whether to have Gav's open heart surgery in Hawaii or in California while my husband was living with Afghani villagers. Afghani villagers don't have phones, or TV, or internet. Neither did any of the soldiers. Oh, and no one from his company bothered to notify the wives that their husbands were stranded and living with villagers. I had to make that decision myself and it was not easy let me tell you.
These kinds of situations call on us to make decisions that really, there is no training for--there is no preparing for them, sometimes, there aren't even any good answers. Then I have to step back and remember that I am not in control of any of this. The good Lord is always standing by to help with these seemingly insurmountable decisions--I just have to stop, take a deep breath and open myself to His guidance. When everything in your life is spiraling out of your control, stopping to regroup is not an easy thing. It also doesn't mean that you hand things over to the Lord and stop trying. The Lord helps those that help themselves. So here I am. Years ago I accepted the Lord as my Savior; today I still struggle between my own stubbornness and remembering to listen for the Lord's guidance. I have to humble myself before the Lord so that he knows I want to listen, to follow. He gives me the strength to carry on, to hope, and to stand strong. I'm going to need it.
These kinds of situations call on us to make decisions that really, there is no training for--there is no preparing for them, sometimes, there aren't even any good answers. Then I have to step back and remember that I am not in control of any of this. The good Lord is always standing by to help with these seemingly insurmountable decisions--I just have to stop, take a deep breath and open myself to His guidance. When everything in your life is spiraling out of your control, stopping to regroup is not an easy thing. It also doesn't mean that you hand things over to the Lord and stop trying. The Lord helps those that help themselves. So here I am. Years ago I accepted the Lord as my Savior; today I still struggle between my own stubbornness and remembering to listen for the Lord's guidance. I have to humble myself before the Lord so that he knows I want to listen, to follow. He gives me the strength to carry on, to hope, and to stand strong. I'm going to need it.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Stretched Thin
There are no breaks. My son is home sick for a second day. I don't know if it is warranted, but he has just enough going on to keep him home. I just wish that other parents were as cautious. His heart disease adds an extra layer of concern whenever any kind of illness pops up. I'm not running him to the doctor for every sneeze, but I need to keep things in perspective. Even a simple cold can take a very wrong turn and if I don't give him the time to fight it off, it could come back with a vengeance. So we're here. At home. Me, Gav, Peanut, Milo, and a very persistent black fly that won't leave me alone. I have two boxes full of t-shirts that have to be mailed out from the Pocono Drag Lodge Reunion that my dad organized in August. I will be donating 18 propaganda pads to a lady whose granddaughter takes care of wounded soldiers in Iraq. She was irritated because it has been so long since I called her last. I handmade all of them and then carefully packed them for shipping, but I haven't been able to get over to her house to drop them off. I'm not sure where my husband is, I haven't heard from him in a couple of days--he is getting ready to redeploy back to his duty station from the middle east. My grandmother was upset because she thinks I blew off my cousins birthday party--they had it when my husband was home on R & R--and I never even knew about it. So I have a present for him and haven't been able to meet up with them to give it so I'm feeling the pressure on that. My other grandmother is in a nursing home because she developed back to back infections and they couldn't nurse her at the assisted living home where she was. So I wonder how many more infections her tired little body can take before it gives up? She has Alzheimer's too.
Everyone seems to want something for nothing today. My business is a little business. When I donate things---which I LOVE to do---it costs me money. It costs me the money I paid for the item plus I still have to pay NY state their sales tax on that item even though I am not collecting any. It just seems like some days as a business owner everybody wants something for free and as me, Sherri, everybody wants something else. The cable company, the phone company and all of those other bills all want their money but they also stick all of these little fees and surcharges in there to nickel and dime you. I try really hard--in all aspects of my life to do the right thing and to stay on top of things, but it seems like no matter how hard I try it is never enough.
Everyone seems to want something for nothing today. My business is a little business. When I donate things---which I LOVE to do---it costs me money. It costs me the money I paid for the item plus I still have to pay NY state their sales tax on that item even though I am not collecting any. It just seems like some days as a business owner everybody wants something for free and as me, Sherri, everybody wants something else. The cable company, the phone company and all of those other bills all want their money but they also stick all of these little fees and surcharges in there to nickel and dime you. I try really hard--in all aspects of my life to do the right thing and to stay on top of things, but it seems like no matter how hard I try it is never enough.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
So Much for a "Quiet" Sunday
My Sunday started at 6 am this morning. Yes, my son was up bright and early before it was even bright out. He wanted to lay down with me on my bed. Considering my bed is a very uncomfortable futon that I don't even bother to open anymore, I convinced him to get back in his bed. With pillow and quilt I followed and he never went back to sleep. I managed to doze, but instead of being lulled awake with the scent of brewing coffee and breakfast on the stove, I was rudely awakened by the smell of stinky-pants. Besides, I don't drink coffee or eat eggs and there's no one here to cook them anyway. So now I am here and my 75 pound four-legged fur-child is feeling frisky and pulling her noisy antics. Not to be outdone, the 12 pounder comes over and begins to howl, matching Peanut's Sunday morning rant, howl for howl. It is actually very entertaining and I love it when my girl Peanut is frisky, after all, she is 8 years old and I dread the day when she is frisky no more. Living here in NY really agrees with both of my dogs. In Hawaii, it was always so hot and Peanut could never really just go and run anywhere---except for the now infamous "Ford Island Incident." Now, Peanut can run free and gets to go with Grampa on different outings. I'll take her with me in the car when we go to visit my parents and twice now she has refused to come home with me. No, Peanut was going to stay overnight at Grammy and Granmpa's. There really isn't any way to argue with a 75# dog, so she got to stay overnight---she wouldn't even say goodbye to me!
Milo my Cairn is just a cute fluffy little cuddle-bug. He is so cute--those little brown eyes winking behind the tufts of fur sticking up from his nose, just pull you right in and get you every time. Quite a few times now he has insisted on coming with me---pushing his way out the gate and running to the car in a not-so-subtle hint that he is long overdue for a car ride. He rides on my lap. They keep life interesting and Peanut has been with me through thick and thin and 4 deployments now. Milo has settled down and is a great buddy and is going on his 2nd deployment with me and the Peanut. Peanut took the old "man's best friend" adage literally and though she is supposed to be my dog, the sun rises and sets on her daddy. When it is just she and I, she is one damn funny dog--she makes me laugh and she shows me she loves me in her own way. I will say unashamedly that she is my best friend. This ones for you Peanut!
Milo my Cairn is just a cute fluffy little cuddle-bug. He is so cute--those little brown eyes winking behind the tufts of fur sticking up from his nose, just pull you right in and get you every time. Quite a few times now he has insisted on coming with me---pushing his way out the gate and running to the car in a not-so-subtle hint that he is long overdue for a car ride. He rides on my lap. They keep life interesting and Peanut has been with me through thick and thin and 4 deployments now. Milo has settled down and is a great buddy and is going on his 2nd deployment with me and the Peanut. Peanut took the old "man's best friend" adage literally and though she is supposed to be my dog, the sun rises and sets on her daddy. When it is just she and I, she is one damn funny dog--she makes me laugh and she shows me she loves me in her own way. I will say unashamedly that she is my best friend. This ones for you Peanut!
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Holy Temper-Tantrum Batman!
We are balancing on that tenuous cusp between summer and fall here in the Hudson Valley. Some trees have just a blush of fall color while others are stubbornly green. The little town of Millbrook was having a community day so my mom and I decided that it would be nice to walk around town with Gav and see what there was to see. We were crossing a road and Gav dropped the ball that someone had given him and he stopped dead in the road and jerked his hand away. I made him go to the sidewalk and explained that he couldn't stop in the middle of a road where there were cars. "BAM" "POW" and then "holy temper-tantrum Batman!" He wouldn't hold my hand or his Grammy's and wouldn't walk so I would push him. That ceased to work so I picked him up and carried him back to the car like a 50 pound kid-shaped football. I thought it was nice that we had done our part for community day---I got to share Gav's tantrum with the whole town! There was this couple there with nicely coiffed hair and wearing matching Skipper and Muffy sunglasses and subdued coordinating Ralph Lauren sitting behind their booth. The sign had a Yin-Yang symbol on it and said something about teaching people to have peaceful lives in tune with nature. I told my mom I should drop Gav off at the booth and see what they could do with him.
In a matter of one block the t-t kicked into advance t-t and he was kicking and trying to bite me. When I finally could hold him down long enough to strap him into his car seat he threw the water bottle that was in his cup holder before I could grab it and water then spilled all over the floor of the car. Gav was too busy screaming to notice the lovely tinkling sound of the water washing over the floor. I had to drive mom back home and then drive back to my place and the whole time I was listening to the lovely lullaby of screaming and blubbering about how he needed to apologize to "my Grammy." I guess if people really knew what they'd be up against with kids before they decided to have them, no one would procreate. I had to steel myself to keep driving instead of pulling over and hugging him and saying "it's ok, lets go back so you can apologize to 'your Grammy.'"
The big red rimmed eyes and salty tears on their cheeks could melt an iceburg. I knew I had to hang in there though. Once in his room he threw his stuffed horse, Buttons. So Buttons is sitting next to me now with his head leaning against the back of the couch with his glassy marble eyes soulfully staring me down.
Gav's in bed for a nap, a nap that he really shouldn't be having so that I can keep him on his school schedule. He calmed down and apologized and I explained to him why he can't stay at Grammy's tonight.
Even the best plans can change faster than you can say "Holy Temper-Tantrum Batman!"
In a matter of one block the t-t kicked into advance t-t and he was kicking and trying to bite me. When I finally could hold him down long enough to strap him into his car seat he threw the water bottle that was in his cup holder before I could grab it and water then spilled all over the floor of the car. Gav was too busy screaming to notice the lovely tinkling sound of the water washing over the floor. I had to drive mom back home and then drive back to my place and the whole time I was listening to the lovely lullaby of screaming and blubbering about how he needed to apologize to "my Grammy." I guess if people really knew what they'd be up against with kids before they decided to have them, no one would procreate. I had to steel myself to keep driving instead of pulling over and hugging him and saying "it's ok, lets go back so you can apologize to 'your Grammy.'"
The big red rimmed eyes and salty tears on their cheeks could melt an iceburg. I knew I had to hang in there though. Once in his room he threw his stuffed horse, Buttons. So Buttons is sitting next to me now with his head leaning against the back of the couch with his glassy marble eyes soulfully staring me down.
Gav's in bed for a nap, a nap that he really shouldn't be having so that I can keep him on his school schedule. He calmed down and apologized and I explained to him why he can't stay at Grammy's tonight.
Even the best plans can change faster than you can say "Holy Temper-Tantrum Batman!"
Friday, September 11, 2009
The Battle of the Socks and Shoes
It was one of those mornings that just starts the day off great. My son woke up happy and was watching his little DVD player and asked if he could have some "meatballs" (doughnut holes). We were doing great until it was time to get dressed. We'd picked out his clothes last night before bed so everything would be ready this morning. Well, it all started with the shirt, he wanted to pick a different shirt--fine. Then we got his pants on--he is very skinny so regular pants are just ridiculous on him--I had to use the adjustable waistband and cinch them all the way. He didn't like that but I pulled up his pull-up and he could deal. Then came the socks. Lord have mercy, please! The socks are what broke the camel's back. I won't go into the details but there was plenty of screaming and crying and the end result was me holding him down to put his shoes on. Then I had to push my hysterical child out the door, to the car, and then into the car. I'm a bad mom because he wouldn't get in his seat so I put him in and just clipped the top part and off we went. We live just a few blocks from school but it was raining this morning. When I got him to school there's all of the smiling ladies waiting to help all of the precious children into school. He went---he didn't want to but one of them reached for his hand and talked to him and led him right inside.
I don't know about other moms out there, but having a morning like that just saps an kind of emotion that I might have had at this hour of the morning. This kind of thing isn't unusual for my son, but he really had been doing well, BUT he also has been wearing sandals for the past 4 months and no socks. My son hates the little seemingly insignificant transitions. The bigger ones he can cope with quite well but when you think about how many seemingly insignificant transitions there are in a day they all add up to just sap you of all of your energy. I hope that other moms with their sensory kids had a much better morning than I did.....
I don't know about other moms out there, but having a morning like that just saps an kind of emotion that I might have had at this hour of the morning. This kind of thing isn't unusual for my son, but he really had been doing well, BUT he also has been wearing sandals for the past 4 months and no socks. My son hates the little seemingly insignificant transitions. The bigger ones he can cope with quite well but when you think about how many seemingly insignificant transitions there are in a day they all add up to just sap you of all of your energy. I hope that other moms with their sensory kids had a much better morning than I did.....
Welcome to the Sensory Assault Operations Blog!
My blog still has the brand new blog smell! Wow. There are so many things going through my head right now--the one that keeps coming back is "will anyone read this?" Who knows. Stranger things have happened, like the time the Wahiawa Mahu wasn't wearing anything under his robe on a windy day...but I digress. For anyone who actually takes the time to read this, I can type as fast as my thoughts come and go so I may end up covering anything and everything in this blog! I've seen a lot of things, lived a few places, done a lot of stuff, met a lot of people, and I've done all of those things working in a commercial kitchen too. Oh the things that go on in those kitchens!
Stuff that I'll be covering here can include, but not be limited to: my life, my son, my life with my son, his Autism and Sensory Processing Disorder, my e-commerce site, my two dogs (who, if they could type would have their own blogs), and dealing with being in a long distance relationship with the Army. Isn't that enough?
Stuff that I'll be covering here can include, but not be limited to: my life, my son, my life with my son, his Autism and Sensory Processing Disorder, my e-commerce site, my two dogs (who, if they could type would have their own blogs), and dealing with being in a long distance relationship with the Army. Isn't that enough?
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