Friday, January 31, 2014

Sinus infection vs haircut


Sunday, January 12, 2014

😄church. Decision

It really is funny how on Sunday morning when I am waking up before all of my meds kick in, and before coffee, I groan at the thought of getting out the door by 8:30.  But once Daniels nurse gets here at 7.  And I have guzzled the first coffee, taken my pills, and found some Advil. I start to get a spark.

They say you need church the most when you are fighting yourself on going.  I most enjoy when I go with my daughter too, because she is absorbing so much. I love her positive energy and company. 

Thomas goes to his teen group and Daniel to Special Forces class. 

I typically don't have but 5 minutes to get ready so I'm not real pretty at the 9 am service. I don't mind. 

It reminds me of the things I wrote down last week that I said I wAs going to do for sure this week. We will remind again. 

I'm surrounded by sarcasm and negative jokes from the minute I open my eyes and the house comes alive.   A little peace will do a girl good. 

Going to church is not about a duty or responsibility.  It's about a relationship. So whether you go once or devotedly it's your relationship with God that matters.  He does, however, like us to fellowship together. 

Happiness. Happiness.  Happiness.  Choose happiness Julie. Choose it. Hold it. Don't let it go today. 

So. Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to church we go. 
Will we make it without anxiety and tension, I don't know. Let me find the Advil because I am stiff and sore 

Have a happy day.  Find something that raises your own personal happiness factor. 

Sunday, January 12 2014

Up late

Give me some air
I just want to breathe
I am laying here lonely
Beginning to grieve
For the life that I wanted
I thought we would be
But your angry and distant
Disgusted with me
I am still just the same
Blonde hair girl with a name
I'm just needed now deeply
From someone in pain 
As you snore and you dream
I'm awake and I'm cold
I'm sad with no one to hold
So I care for your son
Watch him here all night long
The dog barks and I cringe
It's the same fucking song
So I sing it again and close my eyes
The barking gets worse
Daniel starts to make cries
Time to get up again and take a deep breath 
The only time I'll be loved 
Is after my death. 


Saturday, January 4, 2014

Special Needs Mom's 2014 Goals and dreams, bumping the track of stress

Yeah, so here it is. HAPPY NEW YEAR. 2014
Time to "start the resolutions"

When is minus 2 degrees outside the air hurts to breathe. I don't dare bring Daniel out because he doesn't regulate well.  So its winter and I get it.  We live in a place that is horrendously expensive and has weather that gets too cold to function in.  I wonder how many days out of the year I keep Daniel in the house to protect him from the elements. Probably alot.

The Holidays are over.  They were remarkably uneventful and relatively normal.  It goes without saying that the out going nature in me misses going to Christmas parties, out for dinners, and just doing fun things.  The big event was a trip with the kids to see Frozen.  Daniel really deserved to get out of the house and it was New Years Day.  That trip cost me $47 plus another $20. for food and that was WITH a free coupon for popcorn.   It is incredible to me to that many people go to the movies all the time.  Now, I LOVE movies, but have to watch them when they come to cable.  It's cool.  I almost never can get away anyhow.

Keys are falling off.
Crashes all the time
The holidays are usually a struggle and half ($$$).  This year we managed to get the kids a couple of things that they really wanted, but not everything.  It seemed like they were happy and satisfied and grateful.  Then there was the mysterious IPAD that was shipped anonymously by one of Santa's Elves to Daniel right before Christmas. The person sent it anonymously.   He loves it, and uses it for hours and hours.  The pay it forward, "acts of Kindness" runs rampant in this area.  I am so grateful for that gift for him, because there is no way we could afford one.  In fact, my laptop is an 9 year old Dell Inspiron that is slowly dying.  My dream lap top is a MAC book, because I would really like write more, and publish more videos.  My new years resolution is to become better at video blogging and making interesting videos.  However, it is virtually impossible on this old clunker.  My laptop is missing the R key.  What I type, I have to press ten times hard where the R used to be and it works.

Live to dream
I'm dreaming of a MacBook

Live to Dream


I don't know what to say about my goals and dreams.  I have them. Such as the big one, enroll in an RN accelerated program, start working out at a gym again, write down more information and ideas about how to take better care of Daniel, become a better wife and mother, get healthy,  and get myself a new lap top, and a new sophisticated video camera.   And I have already started the number one goal, which is to get my butt to church more often and make Christmas bigger than just the holiday.

So it sounds like its feasible yes?  It would all be perfect and I could be happier and healthier.  My kids especially Daniel would have a better life because I could provide more. I would have self satisfaction and self esteem improvement.  I would develop a new career that I love which would be flexible, that I could take with me to Florida someday. (SOMEDAY I DREAM)   I would look better.  I would sleep better.  I would have technology at my fingertips and it would allow me to do so much more for my family and for others.   So one of the biggest prayers I have, is asking God how can I get to this place when I don't have a
penny to my name.  The financial pressure and stress sucks my cash, and my energy. I have an insurance license for property and casualty but I completely dislike selling insurance.  I'm sick most of the time.  I am at least 70 pounds overweight.  The gym cost too much money.  Walking is ridiculously out of the question on a consistent basis. (um minus 2???)    I have zero credit because we are still dealing with serious issues from past debt and medical bills.  My cars are falling to pieces, well, mostly the Windstar.

This, my friends, is just an example.  Have a goal, hit a wall.  Have a dream? Feel it die. Want to progress? It all cost money.  But the real hard part is Daniel.  Daniel could be enrolled in swimming programs and be stronger. If I could afford it.  Daniel would have better therapy, and would go to external programs that would help him stand better, get stronger, move more.  Daniel would have more technology and more time for learning.  Daniel would be 100 times more advanced than he is, if I just had the time and money and health.   I look at him sometimes and I feel sick to my stomach because he has so much potential to do SO MUCH more and I just can't get to that point.



I DONT KNOW HOW TO CARRY DANIEL ACROSS THE GAP!!!!


People let me tell you something, it is not a cliche or a robotic repetitive whine when I tell you that I want so much for my family, my children, my life, my marriage, my community, my world.  But raising a human being who is 100% reliant on you for their complete life and needs, is a BIG DEAL.

All of the things I dream for.  Wish for. Try to plan for. Fall tragically by the wayside because the resources are so lacking.  Just paying the basic life expenses is rough.  You want to stay in your house? Well, yes, I do because the schools are outstanding for Thomas, and Daniel is still a part of the schools, and we couldn't sell it if we wanted to anyhow.  Plus it is modified for accessibility, partly.

Hear me. Please.  I have goals that to many would simply be the swipe of a credit card, done.  The writing of a check, there you go.  But I am stuck in a perpetual rythym of stress that prevents any of the next steps from progressing.  It's about money.  It's about health.  It's about exhaustion from trying.

My blood pressure is high now, and I am on a pile of medications for "stuff".  It's ridiculous because our medical costs are rising for Daniel, and for Julie.  It could be the other way around.  Yes.  A laptop, the mortgage, a reliable car, a new education, a commitment to health, and I will say, etc.   Yes my world would flip upside down if I could break the cycle.

But how do I do that?  How?  SuperMom only has so many waking hours.  Every penny is needed just to feed us and keep us warm.   How do I grab those dreams and push forward for my son.  FOR MY SON, when I can't even get credit enough, or a loan, or a job.   I rattle and shake myself trying to figure it out.  They say "you are doing such a great job taking care of Daniel Julie."  Thank you, I say.  But in my head I think NO.  NO I'M NOT. His hamstrings are tight, he needs to be in water, he needs to do more, see more, learn more.  There are thousands of things I could be doing for him.


And all I can do, is take a nap, and pray that my debit card works because I need to pick up prescriptions.  Perhaps there is a helping force out there that could bump me onto the track of my dreams and goals.  I was there once in my life.  Bump me into a place where things are possible, and my enthusiasm and hope returns. Perhaps in a Dr. Suess kind of world I would find someone to lift my dust spec up and save me.

It's minus 2.  My laptop just crashed twice.  My pointer finger hurts from hitting that R key.  I have stress because of the above mentioned things and I am going to spend the next hour trying to destress and get my blood pressure down.   Sigh.  Where is my bump to my dreams?

Daniels Finger Print Tree