Never Never Ever

We are still running on Homecoming crazy around here. Dad and I have gotten the I am never, never, ever going to talk to you because you never, ever let me do what I want to do thing. This, I am not going to talk to you would be just fine, but the kid is yelling this at us so actually she is talking to us, but we are not going to respond until the volume comes down and things stop flying everywhere.

She told Karre the same thing except that Karre has the brownies and she would really like one so now she thinks it is okay to talk to her to get what she wants. She is not getting a brownie tonight with that behavior. When she wants things is pretty much the only time she communicates with anyone around here, notice everything is about me, me, me.

There is never, never, ever going to be any peace and quiet around here as long as she is doing her thing, I know that for sure.

As Predictable As Charlie Brown...

Every autumn as Lucy holds that football for Charlie Brown to kick, and then she pulls it away so he lands flat on his backside. It is predictable, it always happens without fail. We have the autumn predictability of homecoming Hanna crazy through the roof behavior. It just started today so we have four more days of stomping, yelling, lying, throwing things, and a really bad attitude. Are we not just the luckiest family, we won a total nut house for a week.

I don`t know when people will finally listen when I tell them do not mess with the schedule, change the routine, or do any of this "fun stuff" because the kid can not handle it and then we pay for it big time at home. Hanna does not understand what toga day, bling day, or spirit day are and none of that is worth teaching her because it will have no impact on her day to day life now or in the future.

Oh my aching head! I hope she does not fight her meds and pace and scream to long.

Charlie Brown never figures it out so I guess neither will the rest of the world.

Strawberry Milk And The Rock Star

Everyone is outta here, but not before Paul spilled an entire glass of strawberry milk on the kitchen floor. He then went into nutty mode as it was cold, wet, and all over him, so he had to stomp, scream, flap, and splash the mess so that it was all over the place, rather then contained in the corner where he spilled it in the first place.

He went to school a freshly showered little boy and my kitchen floor got scrubbed so in the end all is well.

I get to do a few more chores around here and get some dinner figured out for the gang and then I get to "go out" so to speak with some fun ladies to listen to the "Rock Star" speak. That will make this a great day!

Paper Pusher

I have been a very busy paper pusher lately. I have copied so many pages of stuff that I ran out of black ink. I had a rather nasty paper jam to undo. I have written numerous letters. I am working on adoption assistance for my soon to be eighteen year olds.I am working with two different states with different processes. I spent two and a half hours on the phone with the Social Security Administration and then got to speak with a guy who could barely speak English and certainly had no understanding of the complex issues that I was dealing with so guess what I get to do it all over again with a supervisor later this week. Why the heck didn`t they let me speak with someone who knows what is going on in the first place! I made three medical appointments and got prescriptions refilled so the wild children do not get out of hand.

After all of that I began dealing with trying to get Paul a new pair of glasses since he lost his and we can not find them any where. We even put out a $20.00 reward which usually get results around here, but no finders so far. This losing glasses creates an insurance mess. First of all we have to get a new prescription since the current one is more then twelve months old. If we fill it and he needs a different one in January (when he has his next scheduled appointment) they will not pay for the change. If we just let him go without them until his appointment then we have the school going bonkers. To make matters just a little bit more crazy we have to get a new paper from the pediatrician stating that he needs flexible frames because he will have the cheap ones in multiple pieces in less then a day. All of this takes time and lots of phone calls and papers to fill out.

This is what I do all the time to keep these kids functioning. I think I could make really good wages as a professional paper pusher.

Creepy

Paul and I were waiting to check out at the store when in his non-stop chatter and jumping around he says to a girl who is likely about the same age, but at least six inches taller, "your creepy"

Her response " you are cute, but I think you might be the creepy one".

This word creepy is one that he picked up at school and he has absolutely no idea what it means and since he is so impulsive and never thinks before he speaks it is coming out at all the wrong times in all the wrong places. I would like to think that creepy is as bad as it will get, but I am pretty sure there will be other things coming out of the kid`s mouth that will cause far more trouble then that did.

Tow-Mater

This morning Paul was in a total panic because he wanted to wear his Tow-Mater t-shirt, which has yogurt all over it and it is in the laundry. He threw it in the dryer and told me that I need to wash it "NOW" so he can wear it to school now. Well there is no explaining that it takes a while to wash and dry the shirt so I was not even going to go there with him because he would not understand. I was able to get some other clothes on him and get his tires (shoes) on, I gave him his fuel (lunch box), and sent him out the door. We could not find his mirrors (glasses) anywhere so he is just going without them for today.

He left stomping and yelling that Mater can not back up without his mirrors. I guess Mater is just going to have to drive forward for today.

I am so in love with that kid, Tow-Mater and all!

In The Bushes

After school yesterday was going as smoothly as things can go that time of day around here. Allen had gone out to release his stress on the swing, Hanna and Paul went to the park with our PCA, and since Lauren was just sitting on her butt I was putting her to work with me. We unloaded the backpacks and lunchboxes and Lauren unloaded the dishwasher. I had just started preparing dinner and was helping Lauren make lunches for today when the park crew returned.

Hanna told me that she was heading to the restroom and Angie was helping Paul, who was freaking out because he had knots in his shoes and he could not get them off as fast as he wanted to. When Angie got done handling the shoe problem I asked her to check on Hanna (we have a lot of issues with her in bathrooms) and after checking all four of the bathrooms and not finding her the search was on.

Hanna does not usually run off unless she is in one of her mad at the world moods and she had not been acting up at all so I got concerned rather quickly. I went upstairs checking closets, under beds, in Paul`s fort, etc and found her no where. While I was upstairs looking Angie was in the basement doing the same.

Then Karre returned from the grocery store so I told her to check in the garage. About this time I was going for the phone to call in our local law enforcement friends once again (they know Hanna all to well) when Karre comes in to tell me to look out the back door. There was Hanna sitting in the tomato bushes (which are very over grown) eating the tomatoes.

I had to explain once again to the kid that she can not just take off and go where ever she wants to because she scared the heck out of all of us and she can not keep herself safe. She just stared at me with that blank look telling me that she had no idea what I was talking about. I sure hope those tomatoes were tasty!