Poor Woody, he’s been relegated to the toy bin: At least he has the dogs for company. Share what you managed to capture this week. Please spread the comment love around. Thank you.
Poor Woody, he’s been relegated to the toy bin: At least he has the dogs for company. Share what you managed to capture this week. Please spread the comment love around. Thank you.
So, we are finally settling in and making life work. Part of that means we had to get all Jack’s records and get them transferred to new physician’s here. That was a ton of fun. (rollllllls eyes) However, the most interesting thing happened. We took Jack to his new GI on Friday and she… listened….
I probably should know better than to write a post late at night when I’m barely still awake and most of my thoughts are trending toward a rather negative vein. However, if I procrastinate (again) I’ll be posting late (again) and I’m tired of that trend, too. Just be aware there will be no sugar-coating….
You know those stories we all tell about our kids’ care team professionals who don’t have a clue? The ones who clearly don’t know at all what life is like outside their 15-minute office visit with our child and her challenges? My guest today is NOT one of those professionals! Harriet Cabelly is a Life…
Somehow I had the mistaken impression that the child would be happy to return to school. We had a pretty good break (stomach flus aside) and she had asked when she would get to go to school again. GET to go. I thought that was a good sign. Uh…no.
Sorry, we’re still not back to par yet. Hope you’re not in the same boat as us, 🙂 Share what you managed to capture this week. Please spread the comment love around. Thank you. *photo credit
She looked up at me, wrapped tight in the blanket that was holding her together. Thirty minutes she’d been yelling at math problems on crumpled paper in front of her. Pencils strewn around, nerves frazzled. Now she sat quiet. Smiling with those big brown tear-soaked eyes. Oh, she was so proud of her work! She…
(The moving truck arrived so there are currently giant men and 497 boxes all over my house. Jack is in a corner screaming, and the dog peed on the floor. Such is life, eh? Needless to say, I’m reposting again. I PROMISE to write new stuff next week–you know, when I can feel my legs…
The holidays and school’s winter break has put us out of whack. Hopefully, we’re back to regular programming next week. Share what you managed to capture this week. Please spread the comment love around. Thank you. *photo credit
We’re getting ready to go to the beach. It’s New Year’s Day. (Yes, I know I’m lucky. Truly grateful!) While I’m packing, my daughter with anxiety disorder and Bipolar is escalating. She follows me around the house as I collect towels, bathing suits, beach shoes. “You threw out my old swim suit?!” She accuses, screaming…