OK.  We are all finally on the mend here.  We all managed to get some kind of stomach bug.  Yuck.

I managed to get Christian on the bus Wednesday morning, only to get the call that he had gotten sick on the bus.  (Again.)  I picked him up.  Got him home.  And he immediately started running and jumping and eating while running and jumping.  He seemed fine to me.  (I thought that I had traced the vomiting to a fermented bottle of grape juice that I had found hiding in the basement.)  So, I kept his therapy sessions for the afternoon.  Christian did fine.

However, an hour after the last shift, up came the contents of his tummy.  And again twenty minutes later.  And again.  And again for the next nine hours!  Eww… 😦  Poor guy! 

He (and I) finally fell into a deep sleep around 4:30 in the morning.  Liv woke me at 6.  Sigh.  Christian woke at 9:30 and seemed to be (mostly) out of the woods.  No more running to the bathroom.  Eventually he was able to keep down some 7-up and pretzels.  🙂 

He spent Thursday at home recovering.  We kept him home on Friday, too, because his class was taking a field trip to the swimming pool.  Christian is a notorious pool-water- drinker and I was concerned that the pool water would upset his system and end up having something from one end (or the other) in the pool.  I’m guessing the teachers and pool staff wouldn’t be too pleased.  So he hung out at home with us and had an afternoon therapy session.

Two hours later, Liv and I were taking turns losing our suppers.  Eww (again)… 😦  Every 15 minutes for the next nine hours.  Ick!  It was nasty!  (Let’s just say I will not be having anything with BBQ sauce or green peppers anytime soon!)  Liv and I finally fell asleep around 4am.  Christian woke me at 6:30, while Liv continued to sleep until 9:30.

Brian came home around that time and started his nine hours of illness.  😦  He and Liv took some good naps.  Christian let me snooze for a little awhile.  🙂 

Eventually we all ate something.  (Although, I have to say that my tummy wants me to be very cautious!)

I’m still feeling pretty weak today.  And contemplating when I will be able to get back out for my walks.  (I haven’t been out since Wednesday and I’m starting to feel like I could use to walk at least a mile.)  We’ll see.  Perhaps later today.

Now to catch up on all of the “sick laundry” and cleaning.  I’m hoping to get through a fair amount of that tomorrow as Christian has 3 therapy shifts (as he doesn’t have school).  I’m just thankful that we are all on the upswing and things didn’t get any worse!  (And I’m just happy to be getting more than 3 hours of sleep at a time again!  🙂 )

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When I got up this morning, I was in a very negative mood 😦 …

…I was frustrated with our insurance company, disappointed that I had immediate laundry to do, overwhelmed by the amount of work that needed to be done in the kitchen, not sure where to start with a bathroom that was in dire need of being cleaned, overcome by the smell coming out of our sofa, upset that we had lost a movie from the library, mad at the stupid drivers on the highway … the list could go on … I felt like it was going to be one of those days when I just wollow in anger and darkness…

…then I started thinking (instead of just reacting).  I am blessed even have health insurance.  I am blessed that we have beds to sleep in and sheets and blankets to cover our beds.  I am blessed to have dishes, pots, pans, food, and a kitchen in which to cook meals for my family.  I am blessed to have indoor plumbing.  I am blessed to have running water.  I am blessed to have trash service.  I am blessed to have furniture to sit on.  I am blessed to have a more than adequate home to live in.  I am blessed to have an excellent library system nearby.  I am blessed to have a working vehicle to get around in.  I am blessed to have local stores.  To have local doctors.  To have local schools…

…I am just richly blessed.  Blessed with things that I do not deserve.  I am ashamed by the time and thought that I put in to all of these “things” that really aren’t all that important.

I am brought back to thinking about Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount — Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal.  But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal.  For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. –Matthew 6:19-21

I pray that I can change my perspective.  I pray that I can realize my blessings.  I pray that I can share these blessings with others.  I praise the Lord for all that I have been given.

I look around my kitchen and can’t believe how bad it’s become.  Dishes stacked in the sink.  Pots stacked on the counter.  No ambition to do anything about it.  (Even though I always feel so much better after its taken care of.)

I’ve decided that what I need is a Magical Kitchen-Cleaning Fairy.  A fairy who would noiselessly come in at night and not only clean my dishes, but also dry them and put them back to their correct spots.  (Yes, I’m a little OCD. 😉 )  It would also be great if said fairy did counter and floor scrubbing as well.

The problem is I don’t mind cooking.  I actually have to cook quite a bit considering that Christian is on a totally different diet than the rest of the family.  So, meals are pretty much doubled. (If not tripled, depending on whether Olivia will eat what the big people are eating for supper.  I can’t really force her to eat what we’re eating, when Christian is almost always eating something other than what we are having.  She doesn’t see that as fair, and I can’t reason that with her yet.  I’m hoping that over time, she will start liking more and more of what we are eating.) 

Anyway, more meals, means more dishes.  I just really don’t like to do the dishes.  Blah.  😦  I would say that I almost loathe doing the dishes.  And the longer they sit there, the harder it is for me to get motivated to do something about it.  Henceforth, the “Fairy Plan.”  I’m thinking that would be a great Christmas gift this year.  What do you think???  😉

So, this week is cruising right along, but I’m feeling sort of blah.  Not really sure why.  Just tired.  Unmotivated.  But still needing to get things accomplished.

I have been needing to wrestle Christian into his clothes every morning this week.  This morning it literally took me a half-hour to find a shirt that he would even remotely tolerate and then help him into his pants, socks, shoes, coat, etc.  Sigh.  At least, the other mornings weren’t quite as bad.  And tomorrow, if he REALLY wants to, he can spend all day in his jammies because there is no school Thursday/Friday (teachers’ conferences) and we only have home therapy scheduled.  Perhaps this will be less of an issue by next week.  (One can dream, right???)

And then there has been the bus issue this week…  Christian’s regular driver has been out sick all week.  There has been a different sub on the bus every morning.  Um, yeah, Christian has NOT been thrilled about this and has dropped to the ground every morning in protest.  Sigh.  So, I wrestle him into his harness and then clip him into his seat.  Except, yesterday, he was SO worked up (and having major sinus congestion) that I think he gagged himself in his anger and threw-up on the bus.  They called me as soon as he got to school and I had to go pick him up.  By the time I got there, he was running laps in the classroom and laughing.  Once we got home he ran up and down the hallway and stairs and ate and climbed and jumped and danced all day (just like usual).  (Oh, and during one of his “Christian dances” he was mumbling to himself and I listened real closely and he was saying “I’m dancing.  I’m dancing.”  TOO cute!!  😉  )  So, after wrestle-fest this morning, I walked him out to the bus to find another new sub and a bus assistant.  Apparently his harness was still getting sanitized from the pukes, so they wanted him to sit with a seatbelt on in a different seat than normal.  Um, yeah, that didn’t go over very well.  Actually, it didn’t go over at all.  After personally wrestling him into a seat for a couple of minutes, they said that they can’t wrestle him all the way to school.  Sigh.  So, I drove him in.  (He gets to spend an extra 45-minutes at home that way.)  Unfortunately, me driving him to school only throws off his whole school day, because in his mind Mommy is only at school to take him home, so as soon as we got to the classroom and saw me in his classroom, he wanted to go home.  Yes, another “wet noodle” episode.  Then he got aggressive with Olivia for holding my hand while in his classroom and pushed her right over pretty hard.  So then they were both crying.  😦  Not the best start to the day…

…which actually started at 3:30am when Christian decided that he was done sleeping for the night.  (Why???)  I tried my hardest to convince him to go back to sleep (or at least lay back down and stop jumping on the bed), but it didn’t work.  By 4:30 he was in the basement, spelling with his letter blocks and monkeying with the DVD player (and needing my help every couple of minutes).  Sigh.  No more sleep for me.  I had plenty of time to pick out his “costume” for school today, though.  (He went as a train engineer because he has to wear overalls.  (His choice, not mine.)  It was either that or a hunter because he has some camo shirts and overalls, too.)  Unfortunately, I hadn’t been able to get him to bed before 10-ish last night.  Then Olivia got up ten minutes later, so I got her back to sleep in the next 1/2-hour only to have her wake a couple hours later because she “peed.”  Sigh.  So changed her, cleaned that up, got her back to sleep, got myself finally back to sleep when — sigh — Christian woke for the day.  Bummer.  But I am counting on better sleep tonight because he pooed.  That’s right, he pooed.  A monstrous poo.  And on days when he needs to poo and doesn’t do so before bed, he gets up in the middle of the night and has a hard time going back to sleep.  Well, he pooed a week’s worth this afternoon, so I’m counting on there being sleep tonight.  (Well, at least for him.  😉 )

And Monday, I started a major project that I have been meaning to do for a while and just wasn’t sure where to start, so just kept putting it off.  De-cluttering our bedroom.  It has been pretty bad since we moved into this house about a year ago.  There were boxes that hadn’t been gone through since we moved back from Florida (over two years ago).  Kids clothes all over the place, as I keep taking clothes that don’t fit out of the kids’ closets and somehow it all just piles in our room.  Along with the curtain rods that were taken down so that they wouldn’t be constantly pulled down, and suitcases from our vacation this summer that just never made it back to the basement, etc.  We are hosting a party here in a couple of weeks and I know that we are going to need a place to stash everyone’s coats/purses/etc.  I know that place is going to end up being our room, so the proverbial fire has been lit under by butt and I’m going to get it done.  It actually looks SO MUCH BETTER in there already.  I’m excited to see what it will look like when it is totally done.  (And then I’m hoping that I can keep it looking that nice all of the time!!! 😉 )

So, anyway, the weeks keep right on going, whether I’m ready or not.  It’s hard to believe that Sunday is November already!!!  And we are left with the next two days without school.  (Which always throws Christian for a loop.  At least the therapists have added an extra shift each day!!  Thanks, guys! 🙂 )

I am looking forward to Sunday, though.  Brian and I were asked to be godparents for new nephew, LARB.  I’m extra excited because this will be the first time that I will be a godmommy and actually get to be at the baptism!  Hurray!  (Now to see how Christian handles Mommy and Daddy both being in the front of church for 5-ish minutes.  Help!)  But, I’m excited.  🙂  Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these. — Matthew 19:14

Sigh.  Our issue with middle of the night peeing remains.  I have set a “pee alarm” to get up and take Olivia to the bathroom at 2am (as she used to always pee between 3-5am), but now she is peeing by 11pm – 1am.  Sigh.  So I strip her bed, set her on the toilet, change her clothes, start the washing machine, and the two of us curl up on the couch for the rest of the night.

But some nights she doesn’t make it through the rest of the night without peeing again.  This morning I woke up soaked with pee.  Eww.  Sigh.  I have to get a better system going as this is getting rather old fast.

I’m not exactly sure what my next step should be.  I’m considering waking her before I go to bed (10:30-11pm) and try to get her to go, and then waking her again at 3am to try again.  I know this issue will eventually go away, but meanwhile I need to find a better way to deal with this.  I am tired of doing middle of the night laundry.

I’m also starting to wonder if she could have a bladder infection or UTI.  She used to have renal reflux and would get UTI’s every couple of months before she had surgery 2 years ago.  She hasn’t been complaining of pain with peeing, but it would make her have to go pee more often.

I getting really tired of doing endless amounts of pee-soaked sheets EVERY morning before I even think about getting to our regular laundry.  Running out of options quickly (as Olivia is not willing to wear pull-ups to bed anymore), I decided that I’m going to try and wake her at 2am, get her on the toilet, pee there, and go back to bed.  Hopefully that will go as smoothly as it sounds for both of us.  (hee hee)  😉

I meant to try this new schedule out last night, but apparently set my alarm for 2pm instead of 2am.  Oh well.  Problem is now fixed and ready for the middle of the night pee break this evening.  😉

Somehow last week managed to just slip away so quickly.  I honestly don’t know where it went.  And now, all of the sudden, it’s almost October.  I have a feeling that this week will fly just as fast.

Brian and I were able to get an afternoon away on Saturday.  It was lovely.  We went for a walk in the woods and actually held hands without little people pushing in-between us.  We enjoyed frozen custard without someone else asking for a bite (and another and another).  We stopped at the store and were able to actually take the time to read the labels on items without chasing down a small person who ran off.  It was peaceful.  Wonderful.  Much needed.

Life goes on, though, once you get home.  Brian headed out to do some bow hunting.  I hunkered down at home with the kids.  Christian ended up running down the driveway at top speed as I watched a truck rumble down the road (going at least 50mph).  His life flashed before my eyes, as I was too far away to actually do anything but shout at the top of my lungs.  Amazingly Christian stopped right on the edge of the driveway.  (I also stopped breathing.)  Christian didn’t bat an eyelash as the truck just drove by.  I let out a sigh of relief and was almost overcome with emotion.  Seriously.  I was so terrified.  My hands were shaking as I jogged down the driveway to walk him back to the yard where we had been looking for the missing “J” letter block.  Either the work that Brian has been doing with him about NOT walking in the road is starting to sink in or a guardian angel came down and stopped him from running in the road.  Maybe both.  For I was really scared this time that he and that truck were not going to stop.  Ah, yes, then we came back in the house where Olivia had decided that she needed to eat every piece of candy and/or chips in the house and if I didn’t cave in immediately she would throw a tantrum about it.  We listened to a LOT of tantrumming Saturday afternoon.  Sigh.  I was ready for another break by the time Brian got back from hunting.  But then it was getting close to bedtime, so that didn’t happen.  Perhaps that’s why I stay up so late and just veg…

Thankfully, Sunday contained a bit less drama. 😉

We are now into the last week of before 3 pm therapy sessions.  I will enjoy it while it lasts.  But I do think that the time between school and therapy will be a good break for Christian.  (It will also afford me the ability to not have to scoot across town so quickly.)

Christian has his first field trip of the year on Wednesday.  They are going to McDonalds for lunch and then to the woods which is just down the road from our house.  Christian should LOVE this trip.  He LOVES McDonalds.  Mmm…burger patties. 🙂  And he LOVES the woods.  I gave his teacher warning, though, that he loves to run through the woods.  We try to get there on the weekends and we definitely get our workout with Christian along.  🙂

As for me, I’m enjoying the fall weather. 🙂  I am looking forward to the leaves changing colors on all of the trees around here.  I’m just trying to keep the housework under control, but for some reason it always seems to get the best of me. 

I am also tinkering with the idea of writing a book, but not real sure what to write about.  A novel?  Autobiographical book?  Semi-autobiography?  I’m not sure exactly how to start.  Would people want to read about my life?  Our family life with autism?  Christian’s life?  Something totally cooked-up in my head?  I’m pondering…feel free to tell me what you think. 🙂