Topic 0 Introduction
The squeal of R2D2 disrupts the dead silence and I quietly whisper,”Shit! 5 more minutes, I just want 5 more minutes”
While trying to turn off good Ol R2D2, my failing hand is met with furry bites then the saddest meows that could come out of a such a fat furry beast.
If it’s a Monday this plays out for another 10-15 minutes or so before the stumbling out of bed and peeking on the kids to make sure they are breathing happens.
If it’s a Tuesday through Friday, then things move a bit more at warped speed.
One needs to caffeinate and either enjoying it while the littles are passed out enjoying sleep because they were up till the wee hours of the morning or slam it like a shot of liquid courage and keep on keeping on.
There is the rush of getting out the door and let the conversation of updating the speech therapist about the littlest’s weekend and how his communication has improved be it in a positive way or a negative way such a WOW cup upside the head because Mommy didn’t move fast enough. When one is nonverbal and 4, wants are made known in whatever way possible.
If not rushing out the door for one of the 6 therapy sessions a week, there’s the rundown of :
--littles ready for school
--husband had enough “me time” this morning
--lunch, wait, shit! No time to make a lunch
--keys, yes we have keys
--purse and all things for the non-work related to do list are snuggle in there somewhere
Happens before rushing to the park and ride and into the wilds of urban life.
Then settling into the confines of a cubical of doom.
There is phones ringing, emails to answer, conflicts to check, to do lists like call insurance and/or make doctor appointments to do, rescheduling appointments after sorting through 3 calendars and noticing there is no way of getting from point A to point B in that kind of time even with bus and/or traffic gods on your side.
Eventually more coffee is consumed afternoon hits.
Wishes of 5pm rage on unless it’s a Wednesday then a mad dash to grab littlest and discuss his fine motor and play skills highs and lows.
Sooner or later, evening settles in and the routine of getting ready for next day begins but there may be a dirty martini consumed.
Then bed
Then wishing for the weekend to come
Sadly a lot of wishing time away
…..
A day in the life of sorts of a working mom of two kids with special needs.
That would be me
A mom
A wife
A advocate
Law firm support staff
In the end, a gal trying to hold her shit together because of anxiety and stress boils inside.
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While trying to turn off good Ol R2D2, my failing hand is met with furry bites then the saddest meows that could come out of a such a fat furry beast.
If it’s a Monday this plays out for another 10-15 minutes or so before the stumbling out of bed and peeking on the kids to make sure they are breathing happens.
If it’s a Tuesday through Friday, then things move a bit more at warped speed.
One needs to caffeinate and either enjoying it while the littles are passed out enjoying sleep because they were up till the wee hours of the morning or slam it like a shot of liquid courage and keep on keeping on.
There is the rush of getting out the door and let the conversation of updating the speech therapist about the littlest’s weekend and how his communication has improved be it in a positive way or a negative way such a WOW cup upside the head because Mommy didn’t move fast enough. When one is nonverbal and 4, wants are made known in whatever way possible.
If not rushing out the door for one of the 6 therapy sessions a week, there’s the rundown of :
--littles ready for school
--husband had enough “me time” this morning
--lunch, wait, shit! No time to make a lunch
--keys, yes we have keys
--purse and all things for the non-work related to do list are snuggle in there somewhere
Happens before rushing to the park and ride and into the wilds of urban life.
Then settling into the confines of a cubical of doom.
There is phones ringing, emails to answer, conflicts to check, to do lists like call insurance and/or make doctor appointments to do, rescheduling appointments after sorting through 3 calendars and noticing there is no way of getting from point A to point B in that kind of time even with bus and/or traffic gods on your side.
Eventually more coffee is consumed afternoon hits.
Wishes of 5pm rage on unless it’s a Wednesday then a mad dash to grab littlest and discuss his fine motor and play skills highs and lows.
Sooner or later, evening settles in and the routine of getting ready for next day begins but there may be a dirty martini consumed.
Then bed
Then wishing for the weekend to come
Sadly a lot of wishing time away
…..
A day in the life of sorts of a working mom of two kids with special needs.
That would be me
A mom
A wife
A advocate
Law firm support staff
In the end, a gal trying to hold her shit together because of anxiety and stress boils inside.
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