I would love to know why I get sick every time I de-stress. This is boarding on absurd. Since August, it’s gone like this:
- Kaleb starts at a new school and does well- I get sick.
- Mason’s birthday party goes off without a hitch – I get sick.
- Silent Auction & Poker Run both successful – I get sick.
- Autism Walk knocks it out of the park – I get sick.
Now, granted, I’ve pretty much been stressed out non-stop since Thanksgiving. Between the holidays, family drama (because what is life without a hearty dose of family drama all heaped on at the worst possible time?), Kaleb’s problems in school (the kid has more black marks on his record at five years old than I did when I graduated high school – and believe me, I wasn’t an angel); the neurologist, getting Mason’s paperwork moving, Daddy’s work, and so on and so forth…
I’ve basically been a bundle of stressed out psycho momma since November.
As soon as the holiday stress was gone, I had all of this school drama to deal with – all leading up to today’s IEP meeting. Of course, now that those two major stressers are gone, and everything else is minor in comparison, I’ve got a sore throat, swollen glands, sneezing, coughing, running nose… in other words, I have Why-does-life-hate-me-itis.
The IEP itself went WAY better than I expected. We got just about everything we asked for. The Psycho-Educational evaluation; CTOPP; FBA & BIP; copies of all of everything in his files (both files – not just the pink one); it IQ test; an updated receptive & expressive speech evaluation; OT to address his sensory issues; and finally, FINALLY transportation agreed to pick him up in front of the house – minimizing the odds of him getting run over while waiting for the bus in the morning. We addressed the suspensions, the meltdowns, the seizures…
I walked out of there with such a feeling of relief – I hadn’t realized just how heavy the weight was – the one that has been sitting on my chest since before Christmas. Hopefully we will be able to prevent, circumvent, curb, and all around improve what has been happening.
I came home, put Mason in the stroller, tossed on my rollerblades and took him for a ride around the neighborhood. Then down for a nap he went so I could get some work done on some Walk stuff – only to have my phone ring non-stop for two hours straight (and of course I can’t turn it off in case the kid gets suspended again), so I basically accomplished nothing. Now, Mason is in doing his speech therapy, Kaleb is playing with bucky, and I am staring at my menu for the week thinking I need to change tonight to soup. Lots of soup, since I ate all the tomato cheese stuff we made last week. And I’m in a soup kind of mood. Or is it just because I feel like ick? I don’t suppose it matters – there has to be another soup on this menu somewhere.
Which reminds me, I’ve got to start on next month’s menu, because as of Monday January is done. Crap. That’s a lot of shopping. And I still haven’t finished tearing the bedroom apart (though my closet is done). Oh shoot, I forgot to make at least three phone calls I was supposed to make today. And I really need to go to the post office. Oh yuck, Kaleb just let out the sneeze of the century. I haven’t ordered Kaleb’s yearbook yet either. I need to see if my mom can watch the Monsters for the PTA meeting I was just emailed about. Thankfully it’s not next Tuesday, because that’s the same day as our first official walk meeting. I sure hope people show up for that, we haven’t gotten a lot of response yet. Speaking of which, I really need to get back to editing these job descriptions.
I don’t know why I think I’m actually going to get anything accomplished. My brain just keeps swirling around in circles like bathwater around a drain.
I need to get off here. I need to find a recipe for a thick soup I can pass off as a dip to my picky little Monsters – if it’s thick enough and I give them some form of breadsticks to dip, they love soup. However, if Kaleb so much as hears the word “soup” it’s all over. No soup for him. Time to hit up the Google machine.