Tuesday, November 20, 2012

The Moving Machine

It's come to my attention that I suck at blogging. Absolutely suck. I get sidetracked, busy, frazzled...then I forget. It's normal. Anyway, on to recent events...

Something has snapped inside G and he's gone from semi-controllable to the impish follower of the hooved one. I think if he could set things on fire with his mind, he would. Starting with me. Here's a normal conversation between G and I:

G: I want my juice
*I hand him his cup*
*I sit the cup down*
*I hand him his cup*
G: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO *runs away to have tantrum*

Every single day. And not just regarding his cup. It's everything. What he wants to watch, what he wants to read, what he wants to play with, going potty...

On another note, I'm feeling a little overwhelmed with this upcoming move. We'll be driving from California to Louisiana. Driving. With two psychotic dogs and two kids...one of which is a sensory seeker. JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL. Can I leave myself on the side of the road? It's not just the trip causing me high levels of anxiety, it's trying to get us situated when we get there. Husband is getting out of the Marines so we'll both be unemployed and without insurance. How will this affect G? He needs to be seen by a developmental pediatrician, occupational therapy and behavioral specialists. Also, all of those things are about an hour from where we're moving. How am I supposed to make this work? I just don't know where to start. It's all so overwhelming and frustrating because I'm doing it on my own. Husband is nestled blissfully in his denial bubble leaving the rest of us (me) to fend for ourselves.

Here's hoping I don't lose it. Here's hoping I can stand up for G and get him what he needs. Here's hoping I retain what little sanity I have left. Here's hoping my grey hair isn't too obvious.

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