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Sitting with my baby girl. I’m so tired. Tired of crying. Tired of feeling like I have to justify my every thought or idea or decision. So I will sit here with one of my babies, one who loves me as I am and pray for a better tomorrow.
Blogging from my Android….probably from the bathroom.
Today DD10 has her second appointment with the Doc. Well, I don’t think she’s actually a “Doctor”, and quite frankly this entire title thing has me confused because my counselor is Dr. M but I’m not sure what the Dr. part is referring to and even if he has a Doctorate in something I don’t think DD’s “doc” does but for simplicity I’m just going to call her the Doc.
I thought when I called the A***** PSYCHOLOGICAL A******* place that all the docs would be actual Doctors but I guess not. Either way, DD likes her and even though she’s not my favorite person in the world she does seem to be knowledgeable and have a sincere desire to help.
In our first appointment, Doc M suggested we try a new parenting book, and asked me if Mr. B and I had ever had DD evaluated for Asperger’s. When I said no, but that we had both suspected it (as had her pediatrician at one point), she recommended two of her colleagues that could do a neuro-behavioral evaluation for us. Well, I have made that appointment but it isn’t until March and even then it’s just the initial consultation visit.
In the meantime I just keep reading and reading and seeking support and aside from one or two women who have spoken with me, I am mostly getting -nothing. I don’t know if my tweets and such are being lost in the shuffle (I do realize people have lives more important than just sitting around waiting for my tweets!!!) or if I’m just not asking the right things. I almost feel like since I don’t have a concrete confirmed YEP THAT IS IT from someone yet that people don’t want me hanging around the club house. (Yes, I am aware of how ridiculous this sounds. Welcome to my brain)
Every thing in me says we’re on the right track. Every thing in me says I should be evaluated as well, but wonders what it would matter.
The process is so slow. I’m impatient, she’s struggling, I’m struggling, we’re tired.
Right now the thought of taking all four kids to that office in two hours terrifies me.
I should go wash my jeans.
I’ve wanted to make flavored oil for a long, long time. I have no idea if it would make my food taste any different. The idea of making it just seemed fun.
This morning, while cooking bacon in my new cast iron skillet (nom nom nom btw), I found myself needing a pen (yes, it’s random, stay with me). I went digging through the junk drawer and came across one of the wine bottle stopper/pourer thingys (I’m pretty sure that’s what it was called on the package). Ignoring the bacon and forgetting what I needed the pen for, I jumped up in a chair to dig out the really cool soda pop bottles I had saved from Thanksgiving when hubby brought me home a NuGrape from Cracker Barrel.
**They do the most awesome Thanksgiving Dinner ever! 6 people for $50! no cooking no cleaning!! WHOO HOO**
I was so stinking excited to discover that the wine bottle stopper/pourer thingy fit the soda pop glass bottle PERFECTLY!
This means I have a top for my bottle which means I can make flavored oils!! The stoppers are super cool, the have a spout and a cap and Mr. B is pretty sure we picked up the two-pack at the Dollar Tree store.
Now I need flavored oil recipes, or how-tos, or some basic idea of where to start, what to use, and how long it will last….
Once again my faithful readers and friends…. I’m asking for your help!
Have you ever done this? What is your favorite combo? What do you keep yours in?
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