PURE JOY!

At 2:59 p.m. I walked into the school’s office to pick up Son A. That’s where I retrieve him these days since his period of isolation began last week.

Usually, I see a forlorn A, his face pressed up against the window.

Today, I saw a beaming boy, motioning with his finger for me to follow him into the gym.

"What’s going on?" I asked.

"You’ll see…" said the P.E. teacher.

When I walked into the gym I saw a number of teachers and school personnel gathered around. And Son A riding a bicycle in circles around the room.

"I learned how to ride a bike today!" he beamed.

Round and round he went, and I couldn’t help but match his smile.

Of course, he learned the basics of bike riding last year, but didn’t get to practice because something got messed up on his bike and we have to take it into the shop. And he hadn’t really pressed me to get it fixed because it was something he didn’t think he could do.

But he can do it! And is he proud!

The teachers were smiling, as well.

It makes everyone feel good to see that boy happy.

Truth Bullets:
I used a new curl cream in my hair yesterday. Obviously, it didn’t work.
Visited the last of the three therapeutic day schools today. Son A’s psychologist accompanied me and thought it looked great. I’m still on the fence, weighing whether or not we should go with the one that’s affiliated with Rush Hospital. Also, wondering if we should still consider an in-patient stay for him first to get his meds worked out. I just don’t know how long that takes and how that will interfere with the new school schedule which begins during the summer. I’m a bit overwhelmed.
I spoke to the neurologist’s staff today and they found some brainwave abnormality on A’s EEG during the time he was sleeping. Luckily, I was able to move up our appointment to get into see her on Thursday. I’m anxious to hear about the results and possible treatment.
I decided not to sing in the May concert. I’ve been ill (respiratory stuff) and have just not been “feeling” the music this go-around. It was a difficult decision because I love to sing and getting away for rehearsals was like a little mental break for me. Ah, well. It was only another week or so, anyway.
I really can’t wait for Saturday! Looking forward to seeing so many people!

Truth Bullets:

  • I used a new curl cream in my hair yesterday. Obviously, it didn’t work.
  • Visited the last of the three therapeutic day schools today. Son A’s psychologist accompanied me and thought it looked great. I’m still on the fence, weighing whether or not we should go with the one that’s affiliated with Rush Hospital. Also, wondering if we should still consider an in-patient stay for him first to get his meds worked out. I just don’t know how long that takes and how that will interfere with the new school schedule which begins during the summer. I’m a bit overwhelmed.
  • I spoke to the neurologist’s staff today and they found some brainwave abnormality on A’s EEG during the time he was sleeping. Luckily, I was able to move up our appointment to get into see her on Thursday. I’m anxious to hear about the results and possible treatment.
  • I decided not to sing in the May concert. I’ve been ill (respiratory stuff) and have just not been “feeling” the music this go-around. It was a difficult decision because I love to sing and getting away for rehearsals was like a little mental break for me. Ah, well. It was only another week or so, anyway.
  • I really can’t wait for Saturday! Looking forward to seeing so many people!

Reading a book about bipolar disorder in kids to see if the symptoms match up with Son A:

Instead, see Son B in the descriptions.

*hits head against figurative wall*

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Pavane - Gabriel Fauré

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cloudypianoblues:

Arabesque No. 1 // Claude Debussy

I love the French composers.

(Source: chae-rin)

In the end, it was really B who held the business together. That kid loves money! 

He was out all day, and even recruited a friend when A pooped out. At first, he called him an unpaid intern, but after all was said and done, he gave him a cut.

In the end, it was really B who held the business together. That kid loves money!

He was out all day, and even recruited a friend when A pooped out. At first, he called him an unpaid intern, but after all was said and done, he gave him a cut.

Spent some of his profit on ice cream.

Spent some of his profit on ice cream.

Beautiful day for my tiny Jews to do business with the Easter traffic

Beautiful day for my tiny Jews to do business with the Easter traffic

Yeah, it’s probably not schizophrenia.

I’m most likely overreacting.

But that’s only because I’m so frustrated that I don’t know how to help him.

We’re still awaiting results from the EEG. He’ll probably have to have an MRI after that.

What’s weird is that the stuff coming out of his mouth could also be considered advanced thinking or sheer brilliance.

He believes that he is just a soul, and that his body doesn’t belong to him. That’s dualism, and a philosophy associated with Descartes.

How does a nine-year-old come up with such ideas?

But the problem is related to how he reacts to this belief: it looks to me like agony, that he is bombarded by these thoughts which make him feel out of control.

So, any armchair psychologists out there? I feel like i’m not getting any better answers from the experts.

I wish I was kidding.

I wish I was kidding.

Always reblog.

Always reblog.

Good morning!

Son B peed my bed last night. Laundry in progress.

So how is your day so far?

Good morning!

Son B peed my bed last night. Laundry in progress.

So how is your day so far?

EXTRA HOT HORSERADISH! THAT’LL CLEAR MY SINUSES!

I love it!

What am I? Chopped liver? No. You are mock chopped liver. Recipe by Joan Narhan, if anyone wants it.

What am I? Chopped liver? No. You are mock chopped liver. Recipe by Joan Narhan, if anyone wants it.

A little bit “normal.”

Normal sounds boring to a lot of people, but there have been so many extremes lately, that I revel in the idea of normal.

Like right now, my kids are outside, on a nice Spring late afternoon, shooting hoops and playing with the neighbors.

That’s normal.

I like that.