More on the building

I thought I’d update a little on the upstairs. 

We have framed in the boys closet so their room is finished except the loft bed to be built. 

We have the walls up around the stairs and the bathroom framed.  Mike was a little nervous putting the floor down in the bathroom making all his plumbing final! lol 

All that’s left is the doorway into our bedroom, the walls around the a/c and the outside walls to our closet.  Then we are onto the rafters, running wires, insulation and sheetrock.  So like another day or two right?

Not so Perfect but Just Right

I just found out that a friend of mine was told it is likely her son has Autism.  Her little boy is the same age as Zachery and we met when we where pregnant with the boys.  My heart goes out to her. 

This discovery has triggered the memories of posting on that message board.  At the time, Avery was our only child.  And reading about everyone’s prenatal testing was so very hard for me.  It was like everyone was searching for the perfect child.  They would have blood test, sonograms and amnios.  I remember the posts where someone was terrified there was something wrong with their baby, it could have down syndrome or many other problems.  And I remember the posts where they got the test results back and so many would say how perfect their baby was.

I can’t explain how much this was like a knife to my heart.  Not because their child was perfect but because they thought any thing else wasn’t.  If having 46 chromosomes makes you perfect, what does having 47 make you? 

So their relief at having a perfect child was an acknowledgement that mine wasn’t.  Yes I know the world isn’t all about me and none of that was directed to me.  But, well the world is all about me and how things effect me.  And what I wanted to say was just because those tests are perfect doesn’t mean they all will be and that there won’t be problems.  It’s one of those things we moms know who have been doing this for a while.  All of our kids have highs and lows and we love them through or at least we are supposed to.

But as a mom of a child who would never be considered perfect, I know this; I know God is perfect in all things.  And I know he created my child, both of them.  So I know that no matter how many chromosomes they each have is not a determining factor on their level of perfection.   And I know how it will feel when you hear someone sing their relief that their child doesn’t have autism or when you learn their child too is more different than perfect. 

But hold on to this.  That no matter what, your child is perfect through the eyes of a mothers love and as created by God.  No one, not a test or teacher or Dr or stranger can take that away.  They can never change how perfect your child is in your eyes and that’s what matters. 

Things I want to ask

I’ve added a lot of “old” friends on facebook.  Such is the nature of social networks, right?  So we all talk about the right way to add someone.  Do you go right to their page and look at their pictures, read their info and see where life has brought them?  Or do you sit back and act cool and wait to see what they do?

How do you catch up 25 years?  I want to cut right to the chase.  Hey I see you are a Christian now does that mean you quit snorting coke?  Wow how many husbands have you had?  Oh, you’re dating?  Why didn’t you ever get married?  Where is Miss Manners for facebook?

Just because I friend  you does that mean I owe you an explanation of where and what my life has been?  It’s kind of hard to stay at arms distance from people when you have all of your daily personal information for the world to see.  But  you can’t just come out and ask someone if they had a chin lift.  Or can you?

Sponge Bob

How could one show be on so many hours a day? Any time day or night when I turn my tv on I can find Sponge bob to watch.  It’s always on.  You would think there was a channel dedicated to showing Sponge Bob episodes, but no you can find it on almost every kid channel of which we have about a dozen.  Everyone in my house likes it, except me.  I don’t get it. 

I can’t sleep

I hate it, I can’t fall asleep.  I wish I knew what was wrong with me but this is getting crazy.  I can’t fall asleep so I sleep later making it harder to fall asleep.  What a crazy viscous cycle.  And to make matters worse I feel asleep at 6 tonight and slept till 8. 

I went to bed at 10:30 and laid there until 12:30 when I finally got up.  I came out to the living room and a few minutes later Avery came out here saying he couldn’t sleep.  I sent him back to bed where he only stayed for a few minutes before starting to throw up.  Now this child does not move fast so I was like the drill instructor behind him yelling run, run, get to the bathroom, run!!!!!

I did not want to clean more puke off the floor.  Zachery started this mess a week ago.  Then Mike was sick and didn’t get out of bed for like 27 hours.  I did check a few time to make sure he was still alive. 

So now Avery is back asleep on the couch and I’m wide awake.  I’ve even quit having diet coke at night to see if that helped.  So far no.  I should be doing dishes.  ha ha ha ha

I did im Mike.  He picked up the jewelry I’d ordered from a show.  I can’t wait to see it.  I found so much cute stuff I’d love to have.  I asked about signing up to sell it but they want $395 to sign up and  you still have to buy all your jewelry for your shows after that.  It comes out to be like $1,200.  Uh sorry but no thank you.  I’ll stick to my Usborne books. 

Rain

It’s raining.  When it rains I loose my internet.  The kids are asleep, Mike is at work and I’m kinda lonely.  Or maybe I’m just bored.  I tried to watch TV but the power keeps going out and resetting the satellite so that is futile.  I’m hungry but have had all my points for the day so I don’t want to blow it.  I keep thinking I hear tornadoes, even if there are no warnings.

So I can do this, talk to myself.  I could go to bed but for some reason I really don’t like doing that lately.  I don’t feel like I’m at home.  How strange is that?

Maybe it will help when we finish the upstairs and I actually have a bedroom.  When I’m able to use some of my things instead of Marsha’s.  I miss my old house and I’m not sure how to make this one mine.

Moving Out

Zachery and I ran to Wal-mart after school for three things.  He decided he wanted popcorn chicken and I wasn’t buying it.  So he got mad and told me I was mean.  He tried to hold the basket so I couldn’t leave, so I picked up my bag and walked out.  He ran after me telling how mean I was and how much he hated me.  This went to all the way to the car where he got in my seat and said he wouldn’t let me in the car.  I picked him up and put him out of the car, got in and shut the door. 

He got in and demanded I apologize, ya I almost laughed at that point.  As we drove home, he told me he was moving out.  I asked him where he was going and he said to grandpa’s.  I asked how he would get there and he told me he’d get a map.  Alright, was he going to leave tonight or wait until morning to head out?  He said he wasn’t leaving until Easter.  I asked him why wait so long, why not just leave now.  He said no he was waiting until after Easter.  He didn’t want to miss his candy. 

I can’t believe I was able to keep a straight face.  The he told me he was staying gone until I called and apologized.  So dad, Zachery will be there in a few weeks.  He said he knew what color the house was and could get there with a map.