I have sat down to write this post a hundred times the past few days and either I don’t know exactly what to write or I run out of time.
So much has been going on, I will give you the short, condensed version and then I can provide a more detailed version later.
About a month and a half ago, B ran away from home. Long story short, he was “running away to the backyard” and disappeared in the 5 minutes we let him run away. When we went to check on him – he was gone. We frantically searched for an hour before finally caving in and calling the local police who had just picked him up. He hadn’t wandered far – about a mile, but it was night time and he did cross a very busy street on his own. There is nothing scarier than losing your child at night.
But alas, like I said; short version now. Long version later.
After many years on the same medication, my psychiatrist decided to try something new. I was on board completely! We started me on a low dose to work up to a high dose while weaning me off the medication I had been taking for the past couple of years.
All was fabulous until I finally hit the dose we wanted me at and found out that the dose was causing full body, uncontrollable itches that no one would help with. (Seriously, my medical doctor was zero help.) I spent two weeks on antihistamines that put me in a fog and haze to stop me from itching (I still have scars!)
Fortunately (or maybe unfortunately) during that time, we also discovered that the high dose made me an – LANGUAGE ALERT – uber bitch. I mean UBER. I had to call my psychiatrist and basically tell him I was a bitch and no one wanted anything to do with me.
Lucky for me, he agreed we could lower my dose back to down to a spot that I had felt a semblance of “normal” (more normal that I have felt in a while) and I have been slowly going back to my normal b-word level rather than uber level. So that’s good.
AND, the itching has subsided so much! I am no longer living in a haze and I love it! (Plus, I feel pretty darn good!)
Around the same time as my uncontrollable body itches; our 10 1/2 year old (who will be 11 in December) began this roller coaster parents like to know as hormones. Let me tell you, I think I have lots of stories coming about hormones and parenting. Dear me! We have been experiencing DAILY (no exaggeration) hormonal roller coasters for… I think we’re on day 18. No joke (I really wish I was.)
Let me clarify too – we aren’t talking typical hormones of “I hate you” and “you’re the worst”. I mean, we get those, but I can handle those. These are straight up temper tantrums worse than the 3 year old throws!
Sunday night, she was told to take a shower before bed as this will be the routine for school that starts tomorrow. She threw the BIGGEST temper tantrum that included hitting things, crying, yelling, and screaming. Because she was told to take a shower.
Friends, my life at this point can only be a sitcom, right? I mean really, this can’t be real life!
This morning, I woke up to B waking me telling me the cat cut the cord to our TV antenna.
Let me explain this a little.
In one of my posts at the beginning of the year, I shared how we save money each month. One of those ways was cutting out cable.
We got the Roku box and then we have Hulu and Netflix (yes, we pay for those, but those are less than $10 per month for each service so I pay less than $20 a month versus the hundreds of dollars.) Additionally, we purchased a TV antenna like this one:
With the antenna, we could watch live TV every once in awhile… including daddy watching the Olympics this week.
Apparently B didn’t like that as he decided to take the scissors to the cord today, thus, ending daddy’s Olympic watching.
He claims that the cat got back there and when trying to remove the cat, her claw got caught in the cord and she cut it. Unfortunately for him, the cut is horizontal – something that I find nearly impossible for the cat to do. And the cut was mid-TV; a place the cat could not get to. At all. Therefore, with one look and very little coaxing, he admitted that he took the scissors to it. All because he didn’t want dad watching the Olympics. (You know, the literal 30 minutes an evening his dad has watched it!)
Do you see what I’m telling you here!? A sitcom!
As you can tell, I have been staying on my toes. I am still around, but things are crazy. Just crazy. The goal is to be around more. The big kids return to public school tomorrow so hopefully that means my sanity starts to return little by little and I can function again!