The Cookbook Junkies

I know there are far worst things going on in the world…when I rant it is just to get it out and then I feel better. I’m lucky to have such a beautiful, handsome, smart, funny kid – who happens to scream, hit, yell, get frustrated a lot, flap, jump, pace and generally is just annoyed by people – much like myself.

I know, I know – I haven’t been posting but that is because it’s been crazy crazy crazy here. The last three weeks of Andrew’s school was crazy busy, Jim has been working 15 to 18 hour days including the weekend, he can’t get vacation and now Andrew is off school and Kid-Zilla has returned. Did I mention the word crazy????

Andrew’s been good but then he slams me to the ground to let me know that Asperger’s is still alive and well and fermenting in his little head. I’m wiped out. Okay, I have things to do – but wanted to post something so that the obit blogger world didn’t think the worst.

Most people wouldn’t get giddy when their four year draws stick figures and houses … we do. Andrew has never shown any interest whatsoever in drawing or coloring. Now for the last two weeks, he wants to do nothing but make cards, pictures, etc. It’s wonderful. He is using his imagination and his drawing is pretty damn good, if I do say so myself.

But his flapping/seizure like activity is worse at night. It’s so intense it scares me but we can’t have everything.

They have changed my medication added more medication, drawn blood work. The changed medication is making my head ache constantly and I feel like I’m in a daze…but I guess that is better than dying right?

Tim Russert’s Memorial Service was beautiful in DC this week….as the ukulele version of Somewhere Over the Rainbow played and folks walked out of the Kennedy Center – a stunning double rainbow was over DC – makes you believe….man, I’ll be lucky to get a half dozen mourners at my funeral. I better start living right.