Witty Thoughts

The title sounds so promising doesn't it? It's a lie a blatant lie. I have nothing witty to say. I find that the more stressed I am the less I have to say. It's all jumbled in my brain with no articulate way out. It's more like explosive diarrhea - one moment you feel sick and suddenly, sometimes without warning, you erupt. Your insides may feel better but anyone present is stunned and disgusted.

Why am I so stressed? Well a number of things. My biggest stresser is Mira. Her speech teach and I both think she needs more help. She's recommending her for the county's specialized preschool, now we have to get the preschool teacher to agree. It first glance it doesn't seem like it should be hard. She had obvious problems with echolalia , which drive many people crazy and even wear on her speech teacher who sees her 1 hour a week! Mira can not always comprehend an appropriate response to simple questions so she's merely echoes the question. She has trouble waiting her turn, being attentive, talking out of turn, she's highly particular about how things are done - she can only understand things being done one way. If there is a traffic detour she howls like a banshee, convinced that the world will end because we had to take a few lefts instead of going how we always do. Her inflexibility spills over in many areas. She also compulsively lines things up in rows, has odd fears (she is not afraid of the dark when it's time to sleep but if we have to pass through an area of dimmed lights she panics), wets herself and is content to walk around wet and reeking of urine (she in fact will argue that she has not wet herself even when she's filled her shoes with it), obvious speech issues (some of which are being addressed in speech - this has helped tremendously).. Anyways there are a whole host of issues. She's not as bad off as other kids so I worry that they'll decide she's not delayed enough to receive help now. I'd rather get her help NOW so that as she transitions into Elementary school she may be able to be main streamed. The problem? We toured the PreK class and there is 1 girl... 1 that is it. When I asked the speech teacher about this she said it seems that it's harder to get girls into the programs and that this is the first year that she has had a nearly even split between boys and girls in speech (she has been teaching speech therapy for YEARS). IN addition to trying to get her into the special preK program We have to get a diagnosis, figure out what animal we are dealing with - this is expensive as educational testing if often not covered by insurance and the county will NOT test for anything that is suspected to be ADD or anything on the autism spectrum. My therapist had the Hubster and I fill out a special questionnaire about her behavior, he'll plot the results on some fancy smanchy graph in hope that it will point us to the proper direction. Those test results could mean the difference between seeing a developmental pediatrician or a neurologist.

The rest of the stress is my own doing - the house, my brother, etc etc. I've been mooning over a dog at the pound. I want him SO BADLY but the Hubster says NO. I can understand why, we just dropped so much money on our 2 and the last 2 foster dogs we've had have been atrociously behaved as well as hard to deal with. But Zeke, oh lovely sweet simple Zeke, he's a Great Dane mix with a blue/grey brindled coat and shockingly blue eyes.. I hope he's been adopted