I may not have been as vocal about the fight to get D ABA therapy lately but it's still been an uphill battle. The new insurance has been somewhat cooperative and they're acting like they're going to pay for full-time ABA but I'm not holding my breath, and to be honest, I've stopped worrying about … Continue reading ABA Therapy? Is that you?
I am somewhat of a germaphobe. One of my least favorite things to do is wash chicken. It is for this reason that there is always a box of latex gloves on my kitchen counter. Recently, my kids have taken ownership of them and figured out they can make balloons at will. We’re done with … Continue reading Balloon
Some days working full-time can be more stressful after you get home. Shortly after returning to school post-Christmas break D had a fire drill. I came home after picking up A at daycare and my dad was in a somber mood, unusual for him. I noticed D was keeping his distance from Papa, unusual for … Continue reading Fire Drill
I can't begin to tell you how much I disliked that phrase when D was four. It felt like a cop out. There wasn't enough wording to make me understand my son just wasn't ready to potty-train. And then he was. Out of the blue, D decided he would use the toilet all on his … Continue reading “He’ll Go When He’s Ready”
It was late last Sunday and we couldn't decide what to eat for dinner. We went to Half-Priced Books to see if any of the cookbooks inspired our appetite - no luck. We ended up at Jersey Mike's Subs. It was only my dad, A and myself. When we walked in, A was her usual … Continue reading Jersey Mike’s Subs
Summer 2019 came and went and took the "hiatus" I was on with it. A couple of updates: Baby A is now three (so I can't call her Baby A anymore), I got a promotion at work, we bought and moved into a new home - all while juggling swim classes for D and dance … Continue reading Back-to-Pre-K
It's not a secret that my parents are divorcing and the chain of events following the announcement are starting to snowball. Last Friday, my dad came to live with us and to be completely honest: I feel like I won the lottery. As happy as I am that my dad is here, I still worry … Continue reading Disperse