For those of you not following my blog religiously (you should, I’m a minister, yo), Enigma, my 9-year old son, has Asperger’s Syndrome, a form of autism that expresses itself with awkward social behaviors, OCD, sensory issues and other things that make them (to quote every OT we’ve ever seen) “quirky.” Enigma has been going through the diagnosis wheel since he was about three, when he couldn’t stay in his preschool class without wailing and finally got asked to...
It is the summer of my discontent. Its freaking hot, and with a bunch of children to entertain, the heat makes things much more difficult. However, I shall prevail over this weather madness. I survived the Snowpacalypse, I shall survive the burning streets of Northern VA hell. Ouch. Saturday found us in the depths of this weather, in DC, doing the monuments/museums tour. Freedom had never been into DC, and I’d been saying we were going to go since his arrival, so off we went via the Metro...
Summer Solstice, historically, is a time to celebrate the joy and warmth of summer, and an opportunity to release fears and sadness. It honors the feeling you get when you open your door and walk out into a perfect, sun-shining day. Make the most of today, folks, even if you’re not one of the barefoot hippies I like to call my friends. Summer is here! My weekend was bittersweet. I put Emo Boy on a plane to Arkansas for four weeks, got naked at the airport (those new fangled security scanners)...
Thursday, the day that never ended. I woke up at 5:30 to drive Freedom to work. (5:30. Me. Haha!) Then, I got home, showered, made this blog and this vlog, worked on my own stuff for a while, got ready to hunt down a new phone for The Husband and find a place that will duplicate a key for Freedom, and prepared for The Twitches’ annual visit to the ophthalmologist, which brought me to the new waiting room at a DC Children’s Hospital clinic. It was in that waiting room that I almost lost...
I should start this off by talking about how I generally don’t care about gifts, especially those that are for me. That’s what is expected, and really, generally, I don’t care about gifts… but, I’m in lust with consumerism right now. I don’t know why, I’m not that kind of person, like ever, but I keep hearing, “I want” in my head, and its not the echo of Talker’s need to own every lego or video game on the planet, or Enigma’s desire...
