Back to School, Back to the Doctor

How is it that all three boys can get sick with different things within the first two weeks back to school? I can see one or maybe two, but all three? Cough, cough, hack, hack…

So that new cough elixir was tried. OK, only one boy tried it. He didn’t like it. I have to find one without the cayenne. The other teenager, my picky one, smelled it and told me I lost my mind.

Thank goodness for grandmas. It is incredibly difficult to miss school, but especially in the first weeks when you are trying to teach routines and procedures. There is so much pressure right now on teachers. Individually we are appreciated, but as a group not so much.

Back to sick kids–I think I need to finally take the third one to the doctor. He keeps telling me that he feels better, but I have heard him cough continuously for the last hour. That will only be two hours out of my day. 😦

Our Adoption Story

I am a 44-year-old mother of two teenagers, 14 and 15, and a 2 1/2-year-old.  People have commented about my “accident.”  (By the way this cracks me up when they say it to me(white) and my husband (white) while looking at my obviously biracial son.)  K was not an accident. K was a wondrous gift.

A little over three years ago, my cousin committed suicide.  His wife of 20 years became pregnant by someone else 3 or 4 months later.  For reasons that I’m not going into, the family was pretty sure the baby would be taken into foster care.  We inquired about taking the  baby when he was born.

His birth mother made decisions that didn’t include our side of the family, after all we are “blood” to this baby.  Now his brother and sister are my 2nd cousins. I never got to meet the baby.  He was with mom for a while.  Then he was placed in foster care.  Family rumors had him being adopted by a cousin of his birth father.

Then on a Monday I got a phone call from another cousin, “Are you guys still interested in adopting the baby?  He MIGHT need another home”  The baby is now 9 months old and has lived in 3 homes.  Absolutely. My husband and I spoke a bit with his Social Workers.  It sound really iffy.  They didn’t want to move him again if they didn’t have to move him.  I totally understood.

The next Monday I got another phone call asking again if we were really committed to taking him. We decided we better tell the older boys that this might happen.  Like us they considered this baby that we have never met, part of our extended family.  They thought it was  a cool idea.  I stressed this probably wouldn’t happen, as they didn’t want to transition him again to a new home if they didn’t have to do that.

That first meeting in the driveway.

That Friday morning I got a call at 10:30.  I’m at school teaching.  An hour later I am in my driveway holding this sweet little boy and falling in love.  He seemed like he had been there from the beginning.  He bonded very quickly, and is loved beyond measure.

Now almost 2 years later I am so grateful that my cousin(not his birth mom) remembered that we wanted him, and told the Social Workers about us.  There were other family members that would have taken him, but I really feel that it was God’s plan to have him here.

In less than two weeks our lives were turned upside down and inside out.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Did I Sign Up For All Of This?

In my last post Sleeping Mom commented, “sometimes I wonder did I sign up for all of this.”  Of course, that was specifically about temper tantrums.  It got me thinking though.

Before I had kids I know that I didn’t think about some of the challenges that I am facing.   I’m not even talking about the ADHD and Autism Spectrum stuff.  I’m thinking specifically school and girls.

As a teacher I expected my kids to excel at school.  I mean, why wouldn’t they?  OK, the ADHD, Autism thing… still I think my children are brilliant. 🙂  And they are, except they won’t turn in their assignments.  I’m not saying won’t do them. They just don’t turn them in….AAARGHH!

Then there is the girl thing.  When my 15-year-old got his heartbroken, it broke mine.  I wanted to smack the little girl who did it.  Now, I actually like her, but she hurt my baby.  I’m going to have a hard time when he actually MARRIES one.

The things I know that I didn’t intentionally sign on for:

  • obsessions…toddlers/Blues Clues and Thomas….teenagers/screamo music and video games
  • hour-long showers
  • holes in the wall, that no one can explain
  • 92 loads of laundry a week

and probably the most important thing that I didn’t sign up for was that grow up in the blink of a second.

 

Sleep Glorious Sleep

Sleep doesn’t happen much with my 2 year old.  Last night was no exception.  He was up from 1 until 4:30 am.  Jealous, aren’t you? 🙂  Thankfully he crawled up in my bed and watched movies the whole night.  I drifted in and out.  I’m not feeling too bad this morning and a couple cups of coffee should keep me going.

My oldest is performing in a Show Choir competition today.  I haven’t decided if I will be going or not. We have these pretty much every weekend for the next two months.  I found out last year that Show Choir competitions and a toddler are not compatible.  Since N has been performing since he was 8 in one thing or another, it doesn’t phase him if I’m there or not.  He likes it, but it doesn’t bother him at all.  Right now it is all about his “friends.” 

So my goals for today are:

  • bake two birthday cakes for tomorrow
  • laundry, laundry, and more laundry
  • make a valentine table runner

What are your goals?