Multitasking means something gets forgotten

Why do we insist on doing a million things at once?

Easy, everyday we are bombarded with images of unrealistic situations where people run around and do everything in an hour. Monday morning I managed get my laundry down to fold before I had to get my child up and send her directly to the bathtub. We managed to make it quick despite the fact she’d live in the tub if she could. Then we managed somehow to get her dressed and she even ate despite being programmed to walk out the door the minute her shoes were on. Of course she picked out her brown coat with the leopard print on the cuffs, pockets and in the hood. Then true to form I have to brush her hair standing beside the road, never mind the fact that it’s freezing cold and sprinkling rain. The first thing she did was step deliberately into the water puddle I had just carried her over and went to school with a wet shoe. By the time the bus got to us I was holding her in my coat because the wind was cutting through me.

Nothing was accomplished while she was at school. 

I did a load of laundry consisting of random clothes,  another load with her comforter and yet another with her blanket and pillows. I managed to do the dishes and drink two pots of coffee. Then I spent the day starting a hub I have yet to finish and attempting to find the number for the clerks office to verify my filing fees. Whether or not testimony can be written or has to be given before the judge is something else I need to know.  There is no one competent enough to watch my child. This could be an issue.

I still need to verify my filing fees and it’s like the clerks office number is hiding from me.

It’ll be all right.

I know it’ll work out. I’ll get it filed and get my Rodeo replaced without something smaller that my nerves aren’t too shot to drive. I also forgot to call someone to come out and see if they could fix my well. I needed to price having a manual pump put in too, just in case….OK I need to work now, but I will be back later to ramble on some more.

 

First Day of School!

At least it’s the first day of school for the hubby, the baby doesn’t go back until the 25th if I decided to leave my decision for Head Start alone. I still have time to send her back to PHP which is only a half a day. We don’t have speech this week unless something happens to change that. We do have our occupational therapy and ABA therapy this week. The OT was attempting to put her permanently at 2pm on Tuesdays because we have speech at 1:30 that day which we’re attempting to change. Wednesday we have ABA from 1 to 2 that afternoon. I have to talk to the ABA therapist about available schedule changes that day but she told me that she’s pretty full.

I now get about two hours a day alone total. Gene only works 15 hours a week and is supposed to be searching for full time work. I’m still wondering when the search will begin exactly. I’m not certain but I think he’s home so much to stay up my rear so I can’t have a life without him whining when I go somewhere without him. I don’t like taking him places he doesn’t act like he has the sense that he was born with when we do. It’s irritating as it can be. Maybe it’s just me being over critical or maybe it’s a sign that I should have filed for divorce long ago. Personally I think it’s a sign that once again I married the wrong man. I don’t have any feelings left for him and I’ve told him but he refuses to hear me.

Well, that’s getting a bit too personal if I go on so I’ll be going for now. Until tomorrow I intend to just bury myself in as much work as a four year old will allow and ignore him.

Trying to Move

I’m not only trying to work enough to help cover the bills and save a little bit of money for emergencies but I’m trying to move as well. My roof is about gone which became apparent when my husband went to re-secure the antenna and realized he was trying to put approximately five inch screws into the overhang. The wood was so rotten that they were splitting it and he couldn’t get deep enough to find wood that wasn’t rotten. That’s what happens when you put shingles on a trailer instead of a metal roof it seems. With all the other repairs that need to be done it is past time to call it a loss, problem is that when I moved out here I was sure I’d never have to move again. Oh well shit I mean life happens.

So far I have a $1 in my savings account and $5.40 in my change jar. That’s not much but it’s a good sign that the money in the change jar hasn’t been touched so the total is going up instead of going down. That’s a good thing the bad thing is that the total isn’t going up fast enough to make a difference. I was kind of hoping to use some of it to help pay the overage on the light bill I have coming due. We’re $200 over budget and that has to be taken care of along with the actual bill in order to be able to do anything about moving. We’re going to have to either pay a fee to transfer the lights or put them in my husbands name and make payments on the other bill. The problem with that is it’s a $35 transfer fee (at least I think that’s what it  is) versus a $100 light deposit. Now I have a $150 deposit with the city of Dothan that I could leave with them which at the moment would leave us a $50 overage. Then the actual bill plus that is what I have to pay. I’m hoping to send some extra to help cover the overage next month but we have a $300 loan to repay first. This is about to get interesting.

The regular monthly expenses plus the loan repayment, light bill overage and catching up the child support that fell behind during the summer while my other half was off for two months is going to put a strain on us. I have a plan sort of. I can still cut some expenses and I can work a little bit more to tuck money away to help cover these expenses. We’re going to need new furniture but that can always be new to us, used furniture. We don’t need that much just a few places to sit and somewhere to sleep. My futon mattress, Theresa’s recliner and the space savers for the closets are moving with us. The dishes, her toys, my laptop and a few other luxuries that will all fit in the back of my rodeo and trunk of the car to save on leasing a moving van.

I have google voice that I can make outgoing calls with but they do not have a local number in my area at the moment to allow calls to come into me. When they do I”m going to re-evaluate my cell phone plan and attempt to find one of the actual phone set ups that works with it to reduce that bill so that it’s only used for emergencies. Well, my computer is trying to tell me it’s time I went to work so I”m off to find music to listen to as I try and think of a topic to use as today’s theme for my submissions.

Finally Figuring it Out!

The idea of placing my Autistic four year old in Head Start caused so much stress that I changed my mind half a dozen times. At one point I decided to Home School this year since she has another year until Kindergarten. Well, she quickly proved that to be a bad idea, at least for now. I decided to send her back to PHP. Well, I changed my mind about that too. They could take a look at her later in the year but they could not guarantee a spot in Head Start so I went back to my original decision to place her there.
The requirement for potty training was the only thing keeping her out last year. Well, we finally managed to get it where she goes on a schedule and we haven’t had any accidents during the day. That is a point in her favor. I’ll know for sure by the 25th of August if she’ll stay in Head Start or have to go back to PHP. I’m hoping that the 7:45/8 a.m. until 2:30pm long days will not be too much for her. There is still a problem with scheduling private therapy especially since the person that does the scheduling is not returning my phone calls.
Theresa has been preparing herself for school this week. Her oldest sister, my step daughter, was supposed to come down this week but preparing for college in the fall had to take top priority. She’s gotten everything together and maybe during her next break she’ll be able to come down. Theresa has seen her once since she was born because she lives so far away.
Theresa has three complete outfits for the new school year. I have to buy her some more but I’m tired of feeling as if I’m on a treasure hunt for them. My tiny child is in a 3/4T pants and the smallest I saw was a 3. She doesn’t know how to buckle a belt, oops. I found a solution, jumpers since they pull over her head! The size 4 jumper fits just fine and when I tried it on her she said “princess.”
I think I’ve even figured out how to get her to and from school each day without the school bus. It’ll take her a little while to get used to my taking her each day but I think we can do it. I’ve been working on some income goals and some writing goals for when school is back in session. 

Back to PHP We Go

Well Theresa was going to start Head Start but I had a change of heart. I was going to keep her home but I’ve decided to send her back to PHP instead. I can still home school here since she isn’t actually required to be at school yet and even when she is it’s only a four hour day. I think I can supplement her education to prepare her for Kindergarten in just two hours a day. We have that easily, it’ll just be broken up before school, after school, in the car and table time.

It’s not idea but with her special needs I’m going to have to take the tutor option whether I use the tutor option or umbrella school option. I found some things to work on her reading, coloring and pre-math skills. I’m still printing them out and putting them in a folder. The ones that the school sent are gone, the originals got used last week. I’m printing out some sheets that are similar to ones that her private speech therapist has already covered for reviewing. I’m going to find some she hasn’t seen yet too.

I don’t know why but nothing irritates me more than when someone else (not the speech therapist), acts as if she is the only one teaching the child anything at all. It’s irritating as hell. Well, I have an article to write, more pages to print and finances to figure out. Then I’m calling it a night I’m exhausted. I plan to go to bed and to sleep before one in the morning.

First day back to school and so far it doesn’t look promising

Theresa was up way past her bedtime last night because she got to take a late afternoon nap that lasted into close to the evening. She didn’t want to get out of bed this morning, and she only ate a couple bites of the cereal bar that I gave her. I managed to get her supplements in her and get her dressed only to have her supplements come up again because she was supposed to have a full stomach. Fun, huh? She got on the bus when it came because she wouldn’t come back in, it seems that she missed the pre-school and her little friends.

I made a plan for today though. First I am updating this blog where my mind wanders, editing a coupon article and searching for something new to write. This evening after therapy we will stop at the store to pick up a couple items that we need. We will also go to the grocery store to complete my list. I plan to box up a few items that no longer fit today and stack them by the door.

I also intend to add another post at Dazed and Confused and start the odds and ends page there. I have to write up a few articles and post read more links to them. Some will be mine (of course) and some will be other peoples. I think I need to move the links page and put the links on the first page but I’m not sure yet.

Well, my laundry is almost done so I can hang it out so I’ll be going. I need to at least open the pages I want to edit before it gets done so I do not lose focus.

At what age do kids learn to fake it?

O.K. so far today I managed to get the kids up, fed, dressed and given her supplements. I even got her on the school bus without having to spend too much time out in the wind. Since I put her on the bus I’ve done a load of laundry, vacuumed up most of the floor that wasn’t too big of a fight with toys and am almost done putting the Christmas tree up for her.
In my need for getting more done in a short amount of time I boiled my noodles while I was putting the tree together. I’m eating breakfast as I write this out in my word processor so that’s a simple copy and paste later today when I find the time to post it. If I’m not mistaken I get to go to the grocery store tomorrow in between appointments. First thing in the morning we have an appointment then in the afternoon we have therapy. It’s just going to get colder as the day goes on so I hope to grab a few groceries in between.
At the moment I would be watching “Flirting with forty” as I eat my breakfast and write this. Sadly enough in a few years I’ll be there and I’m closer than I like now. I have a birthday coming up in February. I don’t bother with wishes for Christmas or birthdays’ anymore; haven’t in years. I find them to be pointless as they never seem to come true unless you’re a bright eyed kid that still believes in the magic that’s supposed to be Christmas.
Personally I find Christmas to be a rather annoying holiday as the commercial feel increases. Well, I lost that thought because half way through my phone rang. It was Mrs. Heather, Theresa’s preschool teacher. She thought Theresa was constipated but she wasn’t sure. So I went to get my baby. I signed her out in the office and went toward her classroom.
On the way I saw Ms. Ward, the speech therapist for the school. Theresa had sat in her lap with her head on her shoulder not participating during therapy this morning. Theresa was also crying. No one at the school had ever seen her cry before and they were worried. Now I should mention that before I left to get her I wrote down the numbers to the clinic where her afternoon speech appointment was scheduled just in case we needed to go to the doctor. If she wasn’t feeling well she wouldn’t get anything done in therapy anyway and someone else that needed it could have her spot.
Well, Theresa got upset when she realized I was there to get her and tried to get me to go home in that frustrated toddler way she has. You know the tugging and shoving while telling you that she’ll see you later. Poor thing thought she was in trouble having to leave school a whole hour early. Finally convinced her that she wasn’t in trouble and got her coat on. She yelled “bye-bye, see you later” all the way down the hall.
We drove home in silence except for the radio and my assuring her once again she wasn’t in trouble. When we pulled in the driveway I gather up her book bag and threw my wallet in it before I got her out and wrapped my coat around her to keep the cold away. She was bright eyed. We got inside and the first thing she saw was the Christmas tree that I’d put up this morning after I put her on the school bus. She went so far into her own world that she didn’t hear me ask if she wanted to take her shoes off and take a bath.
Well, daddy took her shoes off and sent her to the bathroom where I was running her water and adding the Epsom salt to help with the constipation. The plot thickens; she pulled all her toys into the tub while I tried to bathe her and was happily playing as I washed her hair. I let her sit in the tub for a while to let the Epsom salt soak into her skin. When I got her out as I was drying her off she told me what clothes she needed and that she wanted to “eat pop tart” I told her we didn’t have any and asked if she wanted toast. I had also asked her if she wanted juice and she told me milk. OK I’m drying her hair and she runs off to find a toy.
She got her toast and juice which she ate fine. Well, after she got upset because the pair of training pants I put on her leaked in the floor. I put extra protection in them once I got her off the potty and changed. Since then she’s watched and episode of Caillou and is watching her second Scooby Doo. She’s smiling until you look directly at her. At the moment she’s laying on the couch bright eyed and looking a bit tired. I think she wants a nap.
I also think that my innocent looking baby just sucked me into an afternoon of cartoons. Exactly what age do they learn to fake sick again? She’s a smart little kid, it wouldn’t be surprising. We’re going to wait and see if she has to go to the doctor. We’ll give it a day and do everything they’ll ask about first then we’ll go to our morning appointment, squeeze in the doctor if need be, grab a few groceries and then take her to speech because two days in a row of missing it will make her mad.
OK I’m off to check on my not so sick, sick baby. I may just try to get some work done since we don’t have speech. First the dishes are calling me rather loudly.
O.K. so far today I managed to get the kids up, fed, dressed and given her supplements. I even got her on the school bus without having to spend too much time out in the wind. Since I put her on the bus I’ve done a load of laundry, vacuumed up most of the floor that wasn’t too big of a fight with toys and am almost done putting the Christmas tree up for her.
In my need for getting more done in a short amount of time I boiled my noodles while I was putting the tree together. I’m eating breakfast as I write this out in my word processor so that’s a simple copy and paste later today when I find the time to post it. If I’m not mistaken I get to go to the grocery store tomorrow in between appointments. First thing in the morning we have an appointment then in the afternoon we have therapy. It’s just going to get colder as the day goes on so I hope to grab a few groceries in between.
At the moment I would be watching “Flirting with forty” as I eat my breakfast and write this. Sadly enough in a few years I’ll be there and I’m closer than I like now. I have a birthday coming up in February. I don’t bother with wishes for Christmas or birthdays’ anymore; haven’t in years. I find them to be pointless as they never seem to come true unless you’re a bright eyed kid that still believes in the magic that’s supposed to be Christmas.
Personally I find Christmas to be a rather annoying holiday as the commercial feel increases. Well, I lost that thought because half way through my phone rang. It was Mrs. Heather, Theresa’s preschool teacher. She thought Theresa was constipated but she wasn’t sure. So I went to get my baby. I signed her out in the office and went toward her classroom.
On the way I saw Ms. Ward, the speech therapist for the school. Theresa had sat in her lap with her head on her shoulder not participating during therapy this morning. Theresa was also crying. No one at the school had ever seen her cry before and they were worried. Now I should mention that before I left to get her I wrote down the numbers to the clinic where her afternoon speech appointment was scheduled just in case we needed to go to the doctor. If she wasn’t feeling well she wouldn’t get anything done in therapy anyway and someone else that needed it could have her spot.
Well, Theresa got upset when she realized I was there to get her and tried to get me to go home in that frustrated toddler way she has. You know the tugging and shoving while telling you that she’ll see you later. Poor thing thought she was in trouble having to leave school a whole hour early. Finally convinced her that she wasn’t in trouble and got her coat on. She yelled “bye-bye, see you later” all the way down the hall.
We drove home in silence except for the radio and my assuring her once again she wasn’t in trouble. When we pulled in the driveway I gather up her book bag and threw my wallet in it before I got her out and wrapped my coat around her to keep the cold away. She was bright eyed. We got inside and the first thing she saw was the Christmas tree that I’d put up this morning after I put her on the school bus. She went so far into her own world that she didn’t hear me ask if she wanted to take her shoes off and take a bath.
Well, daddy took her shoes off and sent her to the bathroom where I was running her water and adding the Epsom salt to help with the constipation. The plot thickens; she pulled all her toys into the tub while I tried to bathe her and was happily playing as I washed her hair. I let her sit in the tub for a while to let the Epsom salt soak into her skin. When I got her out as I was drying her off she told me what clothes she needed and that she wanted to “eat pop tart” I told her we didn’t have any and asked if she wanted toast. I had also asked her if she wanted juice and she told me milk. OK I’m drying her hair and she runs off to find a toy.
She got her toast and juice which she ate fine. Well, after she got upset because the pair of training pants I put on her leaked in the floor. I put extra protection in them once I got her off the potty and changed. Since then she’s watched and episode of Caillou and is watching her second Scooby Doo. She’s smiling until you look directly at her. At the moment she’s laying on the couch bright eyed and looking a bit tired. I think she wants a nap.
I also think that my innocent looking baby just sucked me into an afternoon of cartoons. Exactly what age do they learn to fake sick again? She’s a smart little kid, it wouldn’t be surprising. We’re going to wait and see if she has to go to the doctor. We’ll give it a day and do everything they’ll ask about first then we’ll go to our morning appointment, squeeze in the doctor if need be, grab a few groceries and then take her to speech because two days in a row of missing it will make her mad.
OK I’m off to check on my not so sick, sick baby. I may just try to get some work done since we don’t have speech. First the dishes are calling me rather loudly.

Still Irritated and Have Lost all Patience

When I first figured out how much work I would have to do without the benefit of private clients I never counted on such drastic changes in payment policies. I have to redo the entire thing. The problem with figuring it out all over again is that I’m too shocked and irritated at the sudden changes being crammed down everyone’s throats. Yes, there are some cheering the changes on while those that are supposed to be answering questions are treating those with questions as if they have brain damage for wanting clarification and straight answers.

I have no patience for this, in fact I stopped posting on those boards for the most part when the new moderator came in. I’ve always found this particular moderator to be offensive but it would appear that he would be there to stay. Strange though I almost feel sorry for him as he doesn’t seem to know that he is the biggest part of the problem.
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I managed to watch the first Sex and the City movie all but the first fifteen minutes last night. That was the highlight of my day. Now I’ve got to get as much done as possible in the next fourteen minutes before I get the little one off the school bus.

Not a normal Tuesday and that’s OK

Today was not a regular Tuesday and that’s OK. I have clothes on the couch waiting to be folded and put away and some hanging on a line in the back bedroom that I hope will be dry by morning. By mid morning tomorrow I should have a load of toddler training pants to wash. Not particularly looking forward to that but there are some days that they help the little one to understand why she’s sitting on the potty.

I managed to read a little bit of my book today not much though. I’ll be waiting to read more when I take my next break. At the moment I would be going back and forth between this posting and accepting gifts for various games on FB. I needed a break even though I haven’t done much work today.

I really need to start getting a bit more organized but the new schedule is one that I haven’t adjusted to just yet. Monday and Wednesday mornings Theresa is in preschool for a half a day. Those two half days give me the chance to either get a little work done or to frantically clean house knowing that she’s going to undo everything once she gets home.

I can’t take projects with tight deadlines right now, I’ve got less work time. My lack of a vehicle means that I am at everyone’s mercy until I get brakes. Well, it’s time to do some editing so I’ll go for now.

Interesting New Schedule

Theresa seems to be adjusting to her new schedule nicely. The preschool will start back on August 19th which means that she’ll be away from home half of two weekdays. That doesn’t require a lot of rescheduling to make sure she’s still in therapy five days a week for speech. The school will give additional speech and occupational therapy. The ABA will stay on Fridays so that she gets it as long as she needs it. There isn’t any school on Fridays for the preschoolers so that works out good.

Theresa can do “fill ins’. You say “twinkle twinkle little” and she says “star.” Stuff like that. She’s starting to answer questions when you can get her to focus on something besides doing her own thing.

I’ve got to get her supplements in her and get her dressed to be at speech by 11am this morning. She’s out of HLC and I haven’t been by the bank yet to get out enough to cover it. I’ve also got to find out what the alternative is and how much it’s going to cost. She went through 3 bottles of HLC already this month, I think I can order it online but the shipping eats the amount that you save on it.

OK time to get back to work and get her ready. Probably need to chase a cat off a counter by now too.