the drama of life

I don't know how everyone else's mornings go, but here is a snapshot of how pretty much EVERY SINGLE SCHOOL DAY MORNING goes at my house:

I wake up. I wake up my oldest son. I wake up my two daughters. My oldest girl* wakes up right away and starts talking about school, the bus, eating breakfast, getting dressed. I then tell my other daughter to wake up again because she is always still sleepy, but then she gets up too. I then proceed to go re-wake up my oldest son.  I go get dressed or start making sandwiches, then go re-wake up that little monkey again**.  He whines about how he is tired and I either yell at him and take his blankets away or give him a pep talk that sounds like this, "Son, don't you want to be happy?  Why do you continue to make our mornings miserable?", etc. He gets up, proceeds to mock and bother his younger sister and by this time our little preschooler is awake and participating in the tag teaming on the poor girl sandwiched between them in the birth order of things. Then, we eat breakfast, my big girl gets on her bus, and between the three younger children there always seems to be someone irritated, yelling, or whining until they leave for school. 

Is this normal people?  I seriously have to tune it out, remove myself from amongst them at times, and pretty much feel like I am surrounded by people who do not care one whit what I am saying to them. 

I might sound bitter and angry, but it is only temporary.

the wonderful world of blogs

When I decided to start blogging, I did not know into what abyss I would be falling into. Whew!  There is so much to learn and just know and if you don't just know it you kinda flounder...I think I am floundering a bit. not too much. just a bit. 

The one thing I hope is occurring while the world takes notice of my insane learning curve is that you are enjoying this adventure with me.

autism and its various cures

I want to share something that bothers, irritates, and bugs me like crazy at times:

I am talking about parents who think that some diet magically cured their severely autistic child. You may or may not have heard of the miraculous gluten/casein free diets. I am sorry, but if your child actually suffers from severe, classic autism—there is no cure. There was something else wrong with your kid—maybe a food allergy. 

I am no doctor, but all the specialists I have ever had to visit for my autistic little monkey keep telling me there is no cure.

If you have some verifiable proof—and I am talking about some reputable long-term studies—send me the links and I might try a supposed cure.

Warmth of the Sun ~ a short poem

Today the clouds are hiding the sun

Outside and inside my heart

What kind of a day have I begun?

I thought I had a new start

Flowers are budding- waiting for me

Wanting me to be happy

Wishing I would get over myself

Love and kindness promise help

Knowing God loves me should do the rest

Now I move forward doing my best

Introducing...me

I am a serious type of person. When I try to joke around, someone usually gets offended so I try not to do it. Ever. Well, barely ever.  Sometimes I forget myself and joke around and the cycle repeats itself and then I remember that I should NOT joke around and then I forget again...I hope you see what I mean.  I believe the seriousness stems from my very core.  I can recall lecturing kids in Second grade about how I don't appreciate the "your mama's so fat" jokes.  My mother was pretty overweight and I really didn't find it appropriate since they appeared to be making fun of MY mom and even if they weren't-- it was offensive to anyone who was fat. and I remember thinking those precise thoughts at age 7 or 8.  Yeah. Serious to the core.