Climb Every Mountain...

Ha ha! Bet you thought this was going to be an autism post didn't you!

Well, it's not.

It's a laundry post. You know the pile of clean laundry you dump on your bed so you're sure to fold it, but by the end of the exhausting day, this is what happens (ignore the lack of door trim around the door. It's a work in progress, people):

And then it sits there for three more days.

And then it becomes part of the bedroom furniture... can you spy the sleeping boy?

Here's a better picture:

Until finally, after a week of picking through the pile for sock matches and underwear, we get back into the system:

And it's just amazing how life is so much more manageable when the laundry's done.

It's Time to Write about It...

I've been avoiding this post. For a couple months now. And I think I can do it, now that I've had some time and distance with everything. Time for thinking, time for prayer and finding a new plan. Time to recharge my battery; because what happened took everything I had.

Back in March, John and I had decided not to re-enroll Race in the school he was at for the following year. We decided to finish out the year and start fresh in August with a new plan.

We never even made it till the end of the year.

Because what do you do when your kid starts regressing? When he starts losing the strong foundation you worked so hard to attain?

What do you do when your happy, loving kid starts coming home angry and is getting hurt on the playground?

 What do you do when your kid's IEP isn't being followed through on now matter how much you try to advocate?

How can you justify getting a babysitter for your two year old so you can go to school with your eight year old to make sure he's getting what he needs?

What do you do when your gut is telling you this isn't working?

You pull him out. You listen to your gut.

And you get a new plan.

The Newest White Belt

So, its official. Look who's the newest white belt in town:



That would be me.