Other things.
Okay, the other night before the good Pandora mix and the shiney-ness of beckoning art supplies, I had BOOKS to write, I swear. Almost all of it has leaked from my brain since, I think. That's part of my problem, I can't seem to drop everything and post when inspiration comes to mind anymore. (Mind you, most inspiration shows up in the shower while I'm washing my hair.) And I need to post, do I ever. I need adult intellectual conversation in any form I can get it. I need to be able to hold court on something more than the bathroom habits of three year olds at least once a day. Cause all motherhood and no intellect? Makes Ami a very scary woman.
Alas. Happenings. Or what I remember of them. The not so good which has been consuming time. My sis in law had brain surgery Friday for what may or may not have been brain cancer (apparently the first tumor two years ago was in a gray area...it MIGHT have been cancerous, there was a difference of opinion?). She started having seizures again and they did surgery again. Regardless of cancer or not, it wasn't good. I mean...it's brain stuff. The surgery went well and she has a good prognosis. We're still waiting to hear the status of what they removed. So that's the bad. Shad's been spending a lot of time back and forth with family stuff and helping get her to appointments (her doc is over at Wake Forest, they live on the coast). I've been solo parenting here and there and trying to keep the door to the inn open and the inn semi-habitable. And as we all know, housewifery is not my strong suit. (The Flylady and I aren't on any friends lists.)
Better stuff - The elder kidlet? He gets out of school on Wednesday. I'm the mother of an almost first grader. That boggles my mind. I'm overwhelmingly proud of the little guy, too. He's made so much progress this past year. He spent the weekend off his meds (we were running low, and the script for the next batch is on it's way) and while a bit hectic, I think it was good to remind us WHY he takes them. And to see where he is without them. I'm not an advocate of medicating all ADHD kids, by no means...but I know it works for us. His doc made the comment to me early on that for him, the meds are the difference between Harvard and the local tech school. He is soooo smart. And it's scary to see that intelligence get bottled up in frustration on days like this weekend. And to watch his mind as he KNOWS that his brain isn't working the way it did yesterday or the day before that. Not being able to think and do things like he did. It's almost like watching Papa as the Alzheimer's took hold. The way he knew he should know things, but couldn't access the memory. That "this isn't right, and I KNOW it isn't right, but I have no clue how to fix it right now." (Not to mention the "I hate yous" and "I want to throw you out the windows" that I got. And we haven't had those days since he was diagnosed.) So yeah, smart kid, almost out of kindergarden, doing well on his treatment. Good things.
Another good thing....the princess starts preschool in August (provided I can get her little tush potty trained. sooooo STUBBORN!) That's three hours a day, three days a week that I can be in my studio without help. Or I can go to the grocery store. Without help....Or the art store...or or or...ANYTHING....without HELP. I do feel slightly guilty about my glee at this thought, really, I do. Sorta.
Alas. Happenings. Or what I remember of them. The not so good which has been consuming time. My sis in law had brain surgery Friday for what may or may not have been brain cancer (apparently the first tumor two years ago was in a gray area...it MIGHT have been cancerous, there was a difference of opinion?). She started having seizures again and they did surgery again. Regardless of cancer or not, it wasn't good. I mean...it's brain stuff. The surgery went well and she has a good prognosis. We're still waiting to hear the status of what they removed. So that's the bad. Shad's been spending a lot of time back and forth with family stuff and helping get her to appointments (her doc is over at Wake Forest, they live on the coast). I've been solo parenting here and there and trying to keep the door to the inn open and the inn semi-habitable. And as we all know, housewifery is not my strong suit. (The Flylady and I aren't on any friends lists.)
Better stuff - The elder kidlet? He gets out of school on Wednesday. I'm the mother of an almost first grader. That boggles my mind. I'm overwhelmingly proud of the little guy, too. He's made so much progress this past year. He spent the weekend off his meds (we were running low, and the script for the next batch is on it's way) and while a bit hectic, I think it was good to remind us WHY he takes them. And to see where he is without them. I'm not an advocate of medicating all ADHD kids, by no means...but I know it works for us. His doc made the comment to me early on that for him, the meds are the difference between Harvard and the local tech school. He is soooo smart. And it's scary to see that intelligence get bottled up in frustration on days like this weekend. And to watch his mind as he KNOWS that his brain isn't working the way it did yesterday or the day before that. Not being able to think and do things like he did. It's almost like watching Papa as the Alzheimer's took hold. The way he knew he should know things, but couldn't access the memory. That "this isn't right, and I KNOW it isn't right, but I have no clue how to fix it right now." (Not to mention the "I hate yous" and "I want to throw you out the windows" that I got. And we haven't had those days since he was diagnosed.) So yeah, smart kid, almost out of kindergarden, doing well on his treatment. Good things.
Another good thing....the princess starts preschool in August (provided I can get her little tush potty trained. sooooo STUBBORN!) That's three hours a day, three days a week that I can be in my studio without help. Or I can go to the grocery store. Without help....Or the art store...or or or...ANYTHING....without HELP. I do feel slightly guilty about my glee at this thought, really, I do. Sorta.