It's no big secret that i've been having my own mental meltdown here in wonderland. Somehow I've been able to be completely shut down while still running the show with a great big smile on my face. My poor husband who has delt with me deserve a fucking metal. I keep thinking I'll just WAKE UP and feel better one day and we can just move the frick on. Anyhow.. its these little things that make my madness all the more wonderful. I've hidden it from Tommy. I can't throw it away because.. well, I know better. Its a singing Holiday card from my mom some 10 years ago (because of course the cats name is on the card and she died at least that long ago). Anyhow, the card is barely working. It skips. Tommy thinks this is FUCKING HYSTERICAL! Then he decided it had to be fixed. So for some reason my husband has a ton of these random batteries. (HA!!) I got all Macgiver and changed the battery and it worked for about 30 seconds. Enough for him to hear the song and decide that he wanted it to skip again. So... i went back in, changed the batteries back and now.. its a crap shoot. When you open it, it MAY sing the song, it MAY skip.. or Now tommy's favorite.. it sings in very slow motion as the battery is on its last breath of life. Just thought I'd share that with you..
The reason we're here tonight is because of my kitchen table. We fell in love with this table 6 years ago, and loved that the seats were stools (high off the floor). High table etc. Nice. Yeah well, 6 years later, 3 pugs and an autistic teenager later... we were down to one chair (that had a back). The others had been sawed off from being thrown. Or the legs destroyed being thrown. We had 2 mismatched ikea stools we were using in place of 2 that were UN-salvageable. Tom's mom doesn't do the whole animal thing. The is what you call, a GERM-A-PHOBE! She'll pet the dogs, interact, and wash violently. She wont sit on our furniture because the dogs do. So, she sits at the kitchen table. a LOT. The whole 2days and 17 hours she comes to visit at a time. (She doesn't like to leave her place). I GET THIS and am very sympathetic to it. Where our tree is set up, I have a nice reading area for her to go relax where the dogs have NEVER been. (its my destroy free room. from the dogs AND tommy. the ONLY room UN destroyed!!) This morning however, the LAST chair with a back on it broke. It just wasnt repairable. We dropped a lot of money on this set (thought we'd actually treat ourselves to nice stuff.. BAHAHAAA!!) We decided we couldn't afford a new table so hopefully we could find her.. a nice stool lol.. With Christmas and things happening with adjusting to home school.. NOW is not the time to start changing things. My husband... the house genius, did some searching. And, just so happened to find someone on Craigslist selling.. our EXACT set. We spent maybe 1800 for the set.. this one, $250. For EVERYTHING!!!!!!!! 4 chairs. NEW table (unchewed by dogs, undented by utensils)
|As you can see. These were the last 2. Tommy refused to sit on the backless one. He would act as if he were falling off of it constantly.|
Before dinner was done being ready, Dad arrives home with this...
Tomorrow we have home school with a side of Speech at the same time. I've spoken to Tommy very vaguely about having another person over with the regular instructor but he's not really cared about what I was saying. Today at the store, I wanted him to "choose what you want to cook with Mike AND TROY". He steps back and says "WHAT THE TROY!?" I explained the Troy is a speech teacher and he's going to come help Mike with home school. Hey look!! BROWNIES!!! and of course we're off to something else.
Therapy (FOR ME!) tomorrow BEFORE all of this.
Holy Jebus I hope a cancellation comes for this psych visit. These meds are APPARENTLY NOT helping my situation.