I'm putting it Together

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For the first time in a long time, I am hoping that things are all adding up, that we are getting somewhere, and that there is a break in my reasonably near future. Schmoozer's getting hearing aids. That is the last of the significant medical stuff we've had going on with him. We've been able to manage his Cyclical Vomiting better since we know what it is and have meds to deal with it. I can hardly believe it's been 2-1/2 months since he's been admitted to the hospital! He was admitted 8 times last year, for at least one night, and up to 10 nights.

We have Bert's sleeps study done, we have Speech lined up (waiting for the therapist to get approval from our insurance to start), he's doing well in his new school. So once we get the sleep study results and whatever treatment is required (possible surgery?), we should be sailing pretty smooth with him too.

Beaner is hanging in, but needing extra lovin'. Rockstar has an enormous Grad Party to prepare for, but that's cake.

I think I see light at the end of the tunnel, and I think I like it. What would a semi-normal family life be like?

Feng Shui

I have been trying to find my niche for a long time. Once upon a time, I was a Paramedic. It was something I had a passion and drive for, it got me really ticking. The time came for me to end that career for multiple reasons, and I have been a SAHM/WAHM since. But I don't feel like I have a niche. My WAHM job is slowly winding down, and I've been looking for that one thing that revs me up. I have a feeling it's got to do with Special Needs in some aspect, but not quite how.

The epiphany came. Feng Shui for Sensory Processing Disorder kids! I would always be in demand because Sensory Processing ebbs and flow so much. I could just redo the Feng Shui in the houses monthly, and keep a lifelong income coming in.

This comes about as our living room appears different yet again. Bert and I have been doing "heavy work", and of course, the simple act of moving the slide, trampoline, rocking horse, bean bag, hoppity horse, and sensory bin that occupy my living room make all of those things so much more appealing.

So it may not make a career, but it might make a lifestyle.

Revolving Door

My existence has the same distinct feel as a revolving door. Have you ever gone more than once around a revolving door? The scenery changes a bit as the people around you go about their business, but you just keep doing the same thing over and over again. You continue to go in circles while the world moves on.

I am a SAHM. I wouldn't have it any other way. I adore my children to a fault, and enjoy the new discoveries and joys they bring daily. I love to nurse them when they are sick and hurt, it pleases me to please them in the many small ways in which I'm privileged to please them every day. Nope, I wouldn't change it for the world.

Except for the drudgery. Laundry in the washer, then the dryer, then folded, then put away until next time. Dishes in sink, into dishwasher, into cupboards, until next time. Living room picked up what feels like a thousand times daily. Beds made--well that's not my strong suit--floors vacuumed, furniture dusted, toilets scrubbed, linoleum mopped, sinks scoured, dog fed, mail gotten, meals made, backpacks packed, garbage out, recycling to the bins, weeds pulled......
Just reading it is drudgery, let alone living it. I spend my days running around in a circle trying to catch up to myself. If I stop for awhile, there is more running when I start again.


It's almost enough for me to forget just how much I am blessed. There is so much to do because I have a house full of little ones--because I have a house period. I do it because I am blessed to stay home with those little ones. When it comes right down to it, I know how much I will miss it when one day I find I have emerged from this revolving door into a more dynamic existence. Praise Jesus for this life I live.

Nothin' Better

The bottom of my tub is about the color of this text. It makes me very happy. Not because I am a filthy person, but because it is the end result of a fantastic spring day. Praise Jesus. I hope you had an equally lovely day.