Go. Yawn. Me. …

I have made peace with my insomnia … again. It usually gets to this point. Off and on for weeks is a sign that it may be here to stay awhile. I have shared before that I have had major bouts of insomnia ever since I was 10 years old (no joke). I made peace with them in grad school (yay, more time to study). I’ve learned, through decades of dealing with them, that these bouts are only as unnerving as I allow them to be. And as long as I can stay awake during the day I can fool myself into believing that God is just giving me more time to live life.

Go. Yawn. Me.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you get some sleep!!!

I found my calling … 

I am really loving my certification program! I was a little intimidated going back to school again, but now that I’m into the second week, those fears have fallen by the wayside. Becoming a Nutrition and Wellness consultant feels so RIGHT. I am interested in absolutely everything I’m learning. OK, some of it is a little … um … gross (I won’t get into the whole digestive tract thingy). But all of it has captured my attention. The thought of being able to combine this information with my skills as a social worker makes me down right giddy! This is up my alley! My cup of tea! My thing! My perfect fit! And what completely suits me! I simply cannot wait until I really have the chance to help others with my new found knowledge!

Well, I hope you all had a day where you felt like you found your calling!!!

I don’t know what hit me ..

I’m not sure what the heck happened but I went from completely well to sick in the matter of an instant. Seriously, I was blind-sided. Reese has had a cold and was well on her way to feeling like herself, when she took a turn for the worst getting a fever and losing her appetite. And BAM, I was right there behind her! It felt like one second I was feeling great, then BOOM, I definitely was not. Thankfully Reese is back on the mend again. Me … meh.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you don’t know what hit you!!!

Naps …

Today Libs, Reese and I went to a local Farmer’s Market.

Anyway, Reese is getting over a bit of a cold and fell asleep on the car ride over. I’m not sure if there is anything more precious than how a tired child falls asleep. First the fight to stay awake. Blinking and then the long stare. Heavy eyes comes next. Sometimes an itchy nose too. Then the wobbly head. It’s a losing battle. Then the final blink, a little eye roll and they are … OUT. Oh my goodness, so cute!
Well, I hope you all have a day where you get a nap!!!

Do what you have to do …

I started hill training again today. I haven’t done any major hill training since last November … and my body is WELL AWARE of this fact. I tend to train on the most brutal hills around my home. Up and down I go, mile after mile.

I have to admit that I have a love/hate relationship with hills. Hills make me stronger and faster (what I absolutely need to become to live my dreams). And, for me, there is nothing quite like the feeling you get after climbing to the top of a hill that you thought was trying to kill you, HA! But, boy oh boy, that first day back is absolutely hideous (that hate part). I know that the only way to get past the hideousness, is to get that first day back under my fuel belt. Knowing full well that by the end of my run, literally everything I use to run with, and even some parts I don’t use, will HURT.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you do what you have to do!!!

Stressed out state of BLAH-NESS … 

I have not been myself the past few days. I am in a stressed out state of BLAH-NESS. I have even been having nightmares and insomnia. Not. Fun. When I was younger I had many more bouts like this, but as I’ve aged they are honestly pretty darn rare. And thank goodness, because this is awful! I know this will soon pass as situations resolve but, let me tell you, it can’t come soon enough!

Well, I hope you all have a day where you feel like yourself again!!!

Choose your words wisely …

Some days I seriously cannot believe how crazy my life gets. On top of all the normal nutty busyness, today I “let go” of one of Reese’s therapists. I had honestly had enough. I had no problem with the therapy she provided. She has made progress with Reese. However, she has a mouth that has offended me on more than one occasion.

I have previously dealt with her superiors on a similar issue, but today was the last straw. The actual comments that she made are unimportant. It’s the fact that they were completely unnecessary and devoid of any value during our discussion. It was honestly feeling more like a power struggle than a therapist/client conversation. So, I told her superiors that I was no longer willing to deal with her based on her unprofessional comments. And I found no difficulty in doing so.

All this got me thinking. I have met many new parents of special needs children. Many are struggling with grief, depression, sadness, loss. For many parents they mourn the loss of the “typical” child that they thought they were having. It’s all a normal part of the process of becoming a parent of a child with special needs. But let me tell you when all that pain goes away, these parents become some of the most passionate knowledgeable advocates you have ever seen! They are fueled by a love so great, that even they can’t believe they had once mourned! During the initial “shock” phase, though, feelings can be very fragile. I thought about how awful it would have been for this therapist to have spoken to someone less “seasoned” than myself, the way she had spoken to me. How would they feel? Would they know that they had every right to call her on her actions? Would they even know it was wrong?

As a social worker and the mother of a child with special needs I do tend to hold professionals to a higher standard. I believe, amongst other things, that they need to have a filter and be aware of when they are coming off as potentially offensive. If they aren’t, I can promise, I will call them on it. I also expect to be treated and spoken to respectfully. Because regardless of how much progress a therapist may have made with my child, if I don’t like them, they will be replaced (by any of the umpteen other therapists out there). Just. Like. That.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you choose your words wisely!!!