Too overwhelmed to put a number on it.
Haven't had a decent night's sleep since Monday night, always because of stuff to be done.
DD12 either struggling with the transition to middle school or outright lying to me to try to get out of working hard. Two of the last three nights have been spent shoving, dragging, and leading her by the hand through a science project. They procrastinated, didn't read the rubric, she brought nothing home when she should have been, and I believed her because she's always been a good girl. Partner who was supposed to be doing the rough draft sicked out on her.
It got done. As punishment, it is her work but I made sure her work got done to MY standards (much higher than the teacher's; they were that way even when I was her age). I hope we'll be able to talk about it and it will teach her a lesson about putting things off until Mommy has to bail her out. God if I mess this up, God please help me not mess this up...
DS6 showing Aspie traits (or spoiled brat traits) in school. Basically acting the way he would at home, his very good at-home behavior. Fidgeting and changing position in the seat, being OCD over details like tears in his paper or something he wants to say (textbook perseveration I believe). It's like watching myself grow up all over again, only more outgoing and less fearful. Here I go again weighing the Do We Get A Dx Or Don't We?? Top that off with the fact that DH is NOT behind the idea of considering help (questions my Dx often). He's a good man but he's been traumatized by my ordeal of the last few years.
Eighty-eight year old grandma has been in the hospital all week with serious GI issues. It's not getting better and no one seems to know where to go from here. If she doesn't pull through, I can deal with the grief. She is 88 and death is a part of life. BUT this is pulling up all the traumas of my ordeal of the last few years.
It's fall, all right. Fall often brings me a clusterf**k. It's been that way over two decades now. I'm holding on by teeth and fingernails and really need a decent night's sleep. Getting my Prozac back might not hurt either at this point. :-/
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"