Journey Beyond Survival

You all know I'm a devoted slave friend to the Miz and the Mrs . Right? Right. So when they came up with a fantastic idea for a post , I thought I would do it. Of course, it takes a lot of creativity to maneuver the minefield situation that is reality. Miz and Mrs want video. Creative dance. Hubbend wants our children and their angelic cherubic faces off of the Internet forever. I'm surprised that the few things I've put up in private lockdown screenings only for people that pass extensive background checks haven't made the entire InterLockedWeb to collapse. Like I said. Difficult. So, being the creative genius that I am-confident behind the mask of anonymity-I had my children pose their toys as "puppets". Fabuloso. So, the names they are saying are actually the names of their toys. Hahahaha. The best part is listening to Chickadee. Much louder than in real life. Or I've got selective hearing loss. I also did one for Chickadee, b...

Hubbend is leaving to help his mom with the estate.  I was mighty tempted to go.  Just so I could visit MrsFatass .  But Chickadee can't do two 12 hour drives separated only by 48 hours.  We impose long drives on her too much as it is.  So I must stay home with her. miss THANG is elated to go on a trip without JBS.  She loves exotic, which means no mommy around usually.  Beansprout keeps changing his mind.  Since I'm posting this before they leave, I'm still not entirely sure that he's going to go.  But  I'm fine either way.  If he stays, we get one more time of just being us before he goes to school.  If he goes, I get some time with Chickadee. At any rate, I'm very happy to report that The Peanut Gallery Speaks  is running smoothly again.  Well, not that anyone on the surface can tell, but I was pulling a lot of strings behind the scene.  If you could come say hi to Carole -whose post I lost and she found f...

Tuesday night 10:30 Fail at getting to bed until Wednesday 2:30  Chickadee throwing a party 3:30 Party still going strong and sounds like fun 4:30 Hubbend gets tired of me sticking the binkie in and talking sternly 5:00 time to wake up! 6:10 got 3 miles of walking in 7:10 missTHANG off to school 7:30 off to Big City for Neurologist appointment 9:00 time to feed Chickadee breakfast driving 10:30 time for Chickadee's drink driving 11:20 appointment time! conclusion: no seizure meds! 12:00 time to go home *phone dies* 1:30 time to stop for lunch 3:00 time to give Chickadee another drink 4:00 home Hubbend unable to help call babysitter Hubbend a bit brusque (at this point all it takes for me to be hurt is a look) Charge phone, call sitter and she's annoyed I'm at home Don't take the time to explain or be defensive Find out her current location (long story) 4:20 missTHANG has to feed Chickadee nobody's happy 4:50 pick up the Beansprout 5:20 ...

Chickadee is worse. Thursday night she started falling over when sitting. She started taking 5 minutes to turn over from her back and get back into kneeling. I've been an absolute wreck. BEFORE is back in full force. I allowed movie night tradition to become soda, ice cream, oreos, pizza. Yes, I had salad. But I was completely and totally out of control. Numb. I didn't care. I weighed myself Monday and I was 194. Today I am 198. Four pound gain in five days. I'm pretty sure I earned it. Just about. Okay one pound might be water from all the sodium and another might might be TOM. Again, I wasn't phased. The thought that crystalized as I stared at the scale was this: I wish it was more. Wallowing, sabotage, rebelling, filling a 'hole', addict, despair, NOTHING describes what is going on in my head. It's too deep, wide, and turbulent to name. I prayed all day yesterday. I loved your comments. I've been trying to find somehow somew...

Do not give birth to a severely constipated Chickadee. Do not give way to her anguish. Do not put Chickadee in a warm bath to 'smooth things out'. Do not listen to her traumatic wailing. Do not throw caution to the wind and strip in 10 seconds. Do not get in the bath with constipated Chickadee. Do not forget to lock the door. Do not let warm water massage child's lower back. Do not panic when hot water is gone. Do not break the aging Hot Water Faucet. Do not keep trying to turn off the now cold water. Do not streak to clean clothing across the hall. Do not yell for Hubbend. Do not send miss THANG for Hubbend. Do not tell miss THANG to ignore Grandma and get Hubbend anyway. Do not get angry when it takes Hubbend 20 minutes to get there. Do not sob and tell Hubbend ALL about it. TOM came this morning. An enema came afterward. Chickadee seriously needed me as a doula. It won't do any good to tell me I shouldn't have done it. I know it was the right thing for us. I...

Fambly. It is what bwings me togevah today. Fambly. Dat bwessed Awwangement, that dweam wifin a dweam. Sometimes I feel like "Kari the Babyschitter" in Jack Jack Attack! *twitch* *twitch* Other times I feel like everything is coming up roses. What is it today? The Chiclets aren't up yet. Though last night Beansprout peed on a tree at the park. Who closes the park restrooms from Labor Day to Memorial Day? HUH? Apparently we do. Then at home he 'fessed that he lied and actually had an accident. SHOWER. Miss THANG asked me for twenty things she knew I would say no to and held it against me for an hour. I swear this was before she'd even been out of school twenty minutes. Chickadee is eating again-thanks for the prayers and good thoughts-and we only missed one drink because she was sleeping. I even called 3 doctors I've been meaning to along with the service coordinator for her 5 therapists. Two doctors were mine for a change. We've been eating di...

Who hasn't stayed up for stupid reasons? Because the tv was on, or the stove wasn't clean yet, or the blog wasn't written yet. I've even stayed up for good-sometimes what could be termed saintly-reasons. Packing for hospital trips, massaging Hubbend's poor stressed back, doing laundry so miss THANG can be all Pink for the day. In life we have so many things that are beyond control. One thing that I don't have control of is the night. Something about those witching hours of 2 AM to 5 AM brings out the worst in my family. Chickadee and her late night concerts, Beansprout and his boney-at times paranoid-perpendicular body, miss THANG and odd emergencies that tend to happen the same time as the others. Even Hubbend plays along. He tosses and turns. Or he cuddles. I'm not a cuddler. I've worked very hard. Like this: Regardless, I'm sure that you in all aspects of life can relate. Be it yowling cats in the night, or roommates coming in at 3 AM...

BLOGGING I've never experienced so many people doing the same thing in the same creative space. It's been inspirational. candle method: write something everyday like this- I AM HERE. nuclear method: blogstalk everyone you can find with a blog while referencing their followers for future use. COMPETITION With myself of course. My favorite kind. candle method: increase speed slowly so I don't notice. brag daily on dailymile-I DID IT! nuclear method: walk/run/crawl/roll 20 miles. yell with caps-BOOYAH!-on dailymile. MORAL OBLIGATION Nothing better than a promise. Especially when it's with God. candle method: start a modest blog with the pledge to blog everyday for accountability nuclear method: completely abstain from the biggest crutch in my scotch taped life in order to 'adopt' Lent. LOVING MY NEIGHBOR IN THE MIRROR Considering she's coming along anyway, I want it to be pleasant. candle method: get enough sleep. compliment once daily in mirror. nucl...

I'm tired of me whining! I'm tired of "woe". Not today. FUNK OVER! In the spirit of Bootstraps and good ole Pollyanna, I'm introducing the Survival Family Homework Game. Every time we whine or complain too much, we have to list 10 good things about our life. Here goes: Chickadee has bounced back to most of her old abilities! Beansprout adores his bicycle bell. ---as if kids on bikes aren't already annoying-just add bells Miss THANG doesn't complain about practicing ballet this week We have a new-to us-wheelchair adaptable minivan Said minivan has a DVD player! Said minivan has a sunroof AND heated seats ---Ooooohohoho. Really, it was for Chickadee that we got the van I am the proud new owner of an automatic door/backhatch key fob! ---for avoiding splatting-food and otherwise-in the parking lot It's not too bad to be interrupted by visitors in the middle of exercise. It's even okay when pit stains are involved. Birthday cake and ice cream can...