Picked up Melissa. She creaked into the van frozen and almost as angry with the weather as me. We start catching each other up on life (it has been a total of maybe 10 hours since we chatted and in our worlds, that is enough time for the sky to fall) and enjoy the silence since Gage is sleeping.
In case anyone is wondering, yes Gage sleeps every time he gets in a vehicle. He gets strapped in his booster seat, and since he cannot move, he passes out!
We get to therapy and Gage is completely wired as soon as I wake him up. He starts fussing in the waiting room. I help Melissa get Bo and Cote's coat off and then she proceeds to shoo me out the door so I can go snag some groceries. I am still not the best at just leaving, but I am working on it. I guess I just feel like it is my responsibility to be there. I always get that "bad mom" anxiety when I do things without them. I also know that I need to do things without them a bit, because truthfully, I am burning out. I pretty much know that this is one of the root reasons for my recent health problems. But guess what? I am working on it :)
So I take off like a single lady through the streets of town, with a burnt out blinker, lol. This van is going to send me over the edge, lol. I get my shopping done and go grab Dairy Queen for my people, and head back to the therapy department.
I blast in there in time to get some updates from the kids' Speech Pathologist. We go over some of our current and future goals, and I leave there feeling quite optimistic.
I get back to the waiting room and Gage is spiraling. This is super frustrating due to the fact that there is an insanely nosy lady in the waiting room asking me if Gage has ADD. Really? Does this look like the right time to play doctor and diagnose my child, whom you know nothing about? We finally get the kids to the van and load them up.
I hand out the DQ and drive about 45 miles an hour all the way to Melissa's house. I am going to wring out every second of grown-up time I can get! We drop Melissa off and head home. We are all really excited because we will get to see Keith before he has to head to work. Every moment we can get with him is treasured. He may possibly be going to the late night shift and we are all super excited!!! He will be able to be with us when he gets home in the morning as well as in the evenings. This is so huge for us, since we so rarely get to see him. Out of five years of marriage, we have only gotten to live together as a family 21 months. It is hard, but we make it work.
I have a marriage I am proud of. You will not see me rant about my husband because not only is it disrespectful, it is unnecessary.
So funny! I never read anything about Keith and I've never seen him except in pictures. I'm starting to believe he's a myth. lol.
ReplyDeleteIt's Friday!! Too bad the weather finally feels like a Minnesota winter. I hate that I have to leave my house and I hate even more that the kids have to go out in this cold. I know Bo and Cote's muscles stiffen up in this cold and it makes them have to work a lot harder. We get settled into the waiting room and I shove Rachel out the door to go get a few minutes alone even if it is just at the grocery store. As a mom I too struggle to find time alone and I only have one child. A trip to the store alone is a luxury for Rachel. Of course Gage is mad and starts to cry because his mom is going without him. He has a hard time until she is out of his sight and then he is just fine. I know Rachel finds it hard to leave because of it, but I know we will be just fine. In a matter of minutes Bo has escaped across the floor and Cote has my necklace ripped off. I don't usually wear any jewelry for this very reason, but I decided to give it a try today. The kids find it entertaining to torment me and necklaces are loads of fun for them. Some of the appointments ran behind today so I spent most of the time in the waiting room. When Rachel got back she got her updates from the therapists, dodged questions in the waiting room, and gave me the crazy eyes the I took to mean, "Why is everyone so nosy?". We got the kids into the van and I instantly smelled onion rings!! I seriously love my boss! Also I got to try the BBQ sandwich that Rachel always gets...modified with cheese, mayo, and pickles. It was delicious, but messy. After the gravy nightmare I decided to eat the sandwich with extreme caution to avoid another embarrassing food mess...I cannot give Rachel the satisfaction 2 times in one week. I got home and realized this marks the end of my work week and the end of my daily comments on this blog as "Honesty Week" comes to an end. I have enjoyed sharing my side of the story.
ReplyDeleteIn closing I have to say some things are harder than others to be totally honest about. While I sat in the waiting room today I had one lady asking me questions about the kids. I had another lady comment that it looked like Cote loves her mommy...she was referring to me and I corrected by saying I am her God-Mommy, which feels more natural than saying I'm her PCA. Then yet another lady was asking Rachel if Gage had a little ADHD. It's not the first time I have seen Rachel be asked questions and not the first time someone has asked me questions. What really gets me is when people look at these kids and say "What's wrong with her?" or "What do they have." I kind of want to scream but I always try to be polite even when other people are out of line. I just wish people would realize that Bo and Cote are KIDS. Sometimes naughty, sometimes cuddly, sometimes in a good mood, sometimes in a bad mood, always cute, and just want to be loved like every other kid in the world. The people I appreciate are always the ones who treat them just like they treat other kids. I love when people can look past the special needs and just see that they are special people.