Tuesday, June 14, 2011

I need a fake injury so I can hide out in the hospital and get some sleep. Any ideas?

So, I've been MIA in the blogging world for the last three weeks. Where have I been? I feel like I've been in a mental institution, but then again, I am the mother of two boys ages 2 and under, so where else would I feel like I am? A spa? Only if you count getting hit in the back with a light saber as a massage and slipping in a puddle of toddler pee as a whirlpool bath.

No, I haven't been at a spa. You could say I have been in toddler Somalia where there is no real government, total chaos, and everything is a free for all. Oh, and there's a tiny 2 year old pirate wreaking havoc and torturing the locals.

Or, you could say I've been in the Dagoba system with Yoda where it is swampy and dark and full of vines to hang yourself with.

Or you could say I've been stuck in a biology lab where the short professor with the Empire Strikes Back lunch box and the Darth Vader shirt makes you learn about the digestive system by changing his poopy diapers and mopping his pee off the floor.

Or, you could say I've just been at home with my boys. But, that's not as interesting.

The last 3 weeks have been busy now that Max is out of preschool and home with me EVERY DAY (if you had heard me say that last sentence instead of just reading it, you might have heard a tiny bit of desperation in my voice).

And, both boys have been sick. Max was very sick last week with a bacterial infection. His fever got up to 104.4 degrees, which scared me to death. I have also been sick with a mild sinus infection, which is sine-u-sucky, however, everytime I blow my nose, my 9 month old son laughs hysterically, so that's a plus.

Max had a speech test through the educational co-op last week, but he didn't qualify for ST. His speech has improved dramatically in the last 6 months! We are trying to figure out what to do about his OT and PT after he turns 3 in a couple of months. His therapy will no longer be covered under Early Intervention, but he will still have a developmental therapist go to his preschool once a week in the fall and work with him on his social skills through the educ co-op.

My next big project will be to fill out all the forms and make all the necessary phone calls to try to get him qualified for OT and PT financial assistance after he turns 3. I am really dreading it. I have had to jump through so many hoops over the last few months already, and now I have more ahead of me. The government doesn't like to make it easy for us mothers, do they?

Max's behavior has been very challenging the last couple of weeks, as well. It started when his routine was throw off by getting sick and not attending preschool for the summer. Now, that he is well again, he hasn't gotten back on the "good choices" train yet. I'm starting to think that train might have left the the station. Chug-a-chug-a-Choo choo! Bye bye!

We have had a lot of difficulty with his aggression and he has all but refused to eat the last 2 weeks. Last night at dinner, we got him to eat 2 slices of cheese and some bites of turkey - that was the most he had eaten in days!

He has been putting me through 1-2 hour bedtime battles every single nap and nighttime and NOTHING will persuade him to stay in bed. NOTHING. Taking away things. Revoking priveledges. I even tried spanking once and we aren't spankers. He just looked at me and laughed.

He has been extremely jealous of his little brother, too, which is bringing out his aggression BIG TIME. His jealousy has gotten so bad that I can't even talk on the phone or talk to another adult without him acting out and yelling at us to "Stop talking you guys!" I try to spend extra time with him without Harry, but I can't always do that.

So, if yall don't hear from me for a while, you might send someone to check on me. I might've been tied to a tree by my 2 year old while he sets the house on fire and sells his little brother to a band of traveling gypsies (I think I might have an obsession with gypsies - I talk about them a lot, don't I?).


  1. Sweet friend.... I cannot find the right words to give you the encouragement that you need. I wish I could drop a bottle of wine in the mail followed by a babysitter and a gift card for a real dinner out!
    I can think about you though and pray for bright spots during these tough times!
    Stay strong!

  2. Try hooking up with Parents as Teachers - they might be able to help you get Max some of the therapy he needs.


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