I'm feeling better. Well, all except the violent....maybe I shouldn't share THAT part of myself with you. Let's just say, I'm at the end of my illness. The fever is gone and the house looks a little bit better than it did when the tornado hit it 2 days in a row. Now no one can say I don't do anything around here. When I am down, the entire house is turned over so there is proof that I coordinate the chaos.
Rosa is going out on a blind date. She mad that I am pushing her to go out. I am not pushing her to drink and stay out all night. I am pushing her to make friends that don't do that.
There isn't much to say other than the kids plan on camping out this weekend in the yard. That means I get to sleep outside. Whoo Hoo! We will watch fireworks and then come home to let them catch lightening bugs and roast marshmallows. We don't celebrate anything too big. In fact, this will be the first Independence Day we have really acknowledged in any way. They can handle it, I think.
That reminds me!! Patches and Cyr are at their birth Aunt M's until Monday night. This is a really long time for them. I sent extra meds. LOL They are going to see their former FM and alot of their relatives while they are there. Cyr knows what to do with Patches and has her own cell to call me if they need help or advice. She reminded me that she doesn't mind helping now but she will not take care of her when I die b/c she would murder her and be sent to jail. Cyr that is, not Patches. At least she knows her limits. LOL
Kiera has a few new words that crack me up. Mayonaise, hot dog, bandaid, and of course stop it. The child screams stop it 487,373 times a day. It is loud and clear that she doesn't want you to do whatever you are doing until you stop and she is still screaming at you. She screams it in her sleep and scares the crap out of me, too. Such a joy when they learn to talk.
About Me
- Tudu
- Deep South, United States
- I am the mother of 10 children, 6 are part of a large sibling group we adopted through foster care in 2006, 2 are our grown foster daughters, 2 are from independent infant adoptions in 2001 and 2008. Every one of them have their own issues to work through from Schizo-Affective Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Complex PTSD, Reactive Attachment Disorder, Sensory Integration Dysfunction, ADHD, and Cerebral Palsy. Most of our children have been victims of sexual abuse by a close family member, most acted out sexually or exhibited predatory behaviors. We are currently trying to figure out where the trauma ends and mental illness begins in each of their lives.
3 comments:
Nothing like being down for a couple of days to gain some appreciation.
So glad you're feeling better.
So glad you are on the mend and I hope sleeping outside doesn't push it. I too am thrilled at the language development of little ones. My not-quite-two year old has hit the point of no return and is pretty much saying everything but her newest favorite words are Motorcycle, SpongeBobSquarePants (sponbobsairpanz), and Mississippi (meeeessseeeepeepee.)
Glad you are feeling better!
Saying it in her sleep? That would scare me too!
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