November 29, 2011 by Marj Hatzell
It’s that time of year again! Time for magic and mistletoe, shopping and champagne, gifts and gatherings!
Raise your hand if you’re not ready.
Raise your hand if you hate me because I am done shopping and only have to do cards (put your hands down, dammit. I’m a delicate flower and you’re hurting my feelings. I have to be done. I’ll tell you why later).
Raise your hand if you want some good shopping advice.
Ok. Here’s the first one. THE INTERNETS. I wrote this.
The second one? Do you have a child with special needs? CHECK THIS OUT. I didn’t write this, but I wish I did because it is awesome.
Also? There are some signs you are spending beyond your means. GO HERE.I didn’t write this, either, but it’s good information, yo.
So, why do I have to be done? Just to give you an example, BUGABOO. Also? BUGABOO ON BREAK. Also also? BUGABOO ON BREAK TAKES A MONTH TO RECOVER FROM. What’s in a month? That’s right! His birthday! Also known as two days after Christmas. Also known as an eleven day school break, also known as WILL TAKE ME OVER A MONTH TO RECOVER FROM.
See where this is going?
The past few school breaks have been getting better and better. He’s been mostly ok, sleeping ok, eating ok. This school break? He was totally off track, had self-injurous behaviors (biting his hand, hasn’t happened in MONTHS), aggressions (biting us, hasn’t happened in YEARS) and has started a new behavior. Shrieking! At the top of his lungs! Blood-curdling, like.
Raise your hand if you know that non-verbal children are often the loudest!
Basically, I’m exhausted, sleep deprived, stressed out, worn out, not taking care of myself AT ALL and a teensy bit annoyed about all of it. We were doing so well. Clearly he isn’t feeling his best, or else he wouldn’t be trying to chew holes in my shoulder (or my sister’s arm) or his hand. He also wouldn’t be STIM STIM STIM STIM STIMMING like crazy, like he has been. Honestly, it’s been one of those school breaks where I’m all, “WAAAAAH! I CANNOT DO THIS ANYMORE!” Literally reduced to tears, y’all. I mean, I have basically been walking around with a lump in my throat for weeks.
It has been just a wee bit challenging and I’m not sure why.
Anyways, we have some suspicions about his health and have a doctor’s appointment Wednesday and hopefully we can get some blood work and tests done to see what’s what.
In a way, I hope they find what I’m suspicious of because we’ll have an answer to his sudden behavioral regression. In a way, I don’t want the to find anything because I don’t know how the f*ck I’d manage it.
Also? I have enough on my plate at the moment. Just sayin’.
He went back to school today from a seven-day break. HUZZAH! And now, I go back to bed for the day.