Whew! Week One Down

Well, after Mom #2 hacked into my blog, I guess someone else thought it would be a good idea too because someone else left nasty porno spam comments on every single post.   I've been going through and deleting it all for the past few days, so that's kept me pretty busy.  If you see something amiss, please let me know. 

But . . . on to the good stuff. 

I hadn't planned on spilling the beans about ME going back to school just yet, as this is Baby Boy's glory week.  Mom #2 is one of those people who is simply incapable of keeping any kind of secret, LOL, bless her heart.  ;-)  I will say this though, my brain is not as young and rubbery and remembery as it used to be.  Of that I am SURE!

Baby Boy had a good first week.  Actually a great first week, I think. 

Getting used to other instructors besides me has been an interesting challenge for him.  He's had to ask a few questions and even email one of his professors.  I am very happy that he isn't afraid to ask for clarification when he is unsure of anything.  I think my greatest fear was that he'd sit in the classroom in a fog of unfamiliarity and not have the gonads to speak up when he's in trouble.  Fortunately, that hasn't been the case.

Of course, I feel I've raised an outspoken and self confident young man, but you never really know how you've done until the rest of the world gets a crack at him.   I've impressed upon him the importance of staying on top of things.  He doesn't want to get behind.  I think the biggest change so far has been homework.  In our homeschool, I assign work that can be done throughout the day and there really wasn't much homework per say as it was all done at home, I guess.  Now he is only in class a couple of days a week and he has to schedule himself the appropriate amount of at home time to get things done in a timely manner.  Time management and resisting the urge to procrastinate are going to be intensely learned lessons this semester, I think. 

He does seem to be taking things seriously, but not too seriously, which is exactly where I think he should be at this point.  In fact, I might want to try to learn that bit of adolescent ambivalence myself. 


Have a great week!



Until next time . . .

Hacked by MOM#2 !!!

Hello Blog world it's Mom #2! 

I'm sure you wondering, what's going on?  Where is Mom #1?  Well Baby Boy and Mom #1 have started there new lives as college students, and I'm soooooooo proud!!!

So today I decided to hack into Mom #1's blog and share this with you.

P.S. If you don't hear from me again it's because I've been grounded from this blog ;)  ENJOY!!!

  Mom #1 Ready for school

Both ready for school

                                                                  

The Baby Doggy is confused !

Baby Boy has had enough with all the pictures!

Ok just one more...

And now it's time for me to save the world, I mean go to work ;)

Until next time......

MOM #2

OUCH!!!!!

In case I forgot to mention it, one of my New Year's resolutions is to get more exercise.


So far, I think I'm pretty much right on track, but it's really starting to be a pain in the neck.
And back.
And butt.
And earlobes.
And eyebrows.
And elbows.
And knees. 
 

Oh, and today my pinky toe started to hurt.  Really bad.





But it's supposed to do that.  Right?


Until next time . . .

Happy Sad Mom Day

Baby Boy went to New College Student Orientation yesterday.

He completed his paperwork and received his student ID and parking pass (OMG!)  without any help from me.  I was just a sparkly accessory for his left elbow.  He handled himself like such a capable young man.  I was so . . .  

. . . Impressed . . .

. . . And sad . . .

. . . And inspired . . .

. . . And nostalgic . . .

. . . And amazed . . .

. . . And wistful.  


As you can see, I'm having mixed emotions . . . but the bottom line is that I'm so happy for him right now.  A whole new season of his life is opening up right before our eyes.  I just never imagined it would be such an emotional experience for the entire family.  It's not just his success; it really feels like our success. 


Homeschooling rocks!  All.  Day.  Long. 



Until next time . . .

Mental Madness

I need blog therapy today.  If you're not interested, please move on.    The sun will come out tomorrow . . . and all that jazz.

 
If I were a professional, real live, licensed psychiatrist, then I would definitely have front desk help to make sure my phones are always answered.  At the very least, I would have a professional answering service so that my mentally ill patients who are experiencing life-affecting side affects from their medications would have some recourse other than calling and hearing the phone ring off the hook for 2 weeks at a time with no answer.  

Mom has been seeing this . . . doctor . . . and I use this term very loosely . . . since her most recent hospital stay back in February.  I have never been overly impressed with him, but he seemed to at least acknowledge that Mom has a problem and needs lots of hand-on serious help, plus he didn't get overly perturbed when I bum-rushed her appointments to correct all the hallucinations she was representing as fact.  That was a small positive in my book.

What I didn't like was the fact that her appointments were only once a month and they only took about 5 minutes total and then he'd whip out his prescription pad and start laying on the drugs.  He seemed to be more interested in warehousing her than actually treating her.  Seriously, he'd ask her questions like "Are you having hallucinations?"  

WHAT??!!

Even the craziest patient knows the answer to that question.  Uh . . . "NO!"  If you answer that question incorrectly, the result is a one way ticket to the loony bin.  When he pulled that stunt with Mom, I was like . . . "Are you serious?  That's the best you've got for an out-patient interview?"  I mean, I've NEVER been to medical school and I'm sure I could have done a better job.  In fact, as the black sheep of my family, it's my job to get Mom to open up to me without upsetting her or making her overly suspicious, so I KNOW I can do a better job.  I DO a better job.  Regularly.  Have mercy!

I'm sorry I'm so prickly.  I was at the end of my rope yesterday.  Today, I let go.   

My mom is experiencing some frustrating side effects from her medications, which the doctor just increases every time she goes to see him without actually gauging how each increment will affect her.  She's been trying to contact him, but he won't return her calls.  She has an appointment later this month, but I'm not sure what little sanity she has will last that long.

I'm also just feeling sort of ambivalent about this entire situation surrounding my Mom.  She has been staying with my sister for a few months now, but she spends about 10 hours a day by herself because my sister works and my niece goes to school.  My sister has more room at her place because it's just her and my niece, we have Baby Boy and we have a classroom/office.  of course, we did give her full reign of the guest room, even moving in her own bed, desk, and as much of her personal furniture as we could fit in here to make her happy and literally gave her 100% free access to all things Two Moms', but she just wasn't happy here.  The thing is, she certainly isn't any healthier over there.  When she was living here, our life was SUCH a struggle and I admit I was pretty happy when she moved out.  She and I are very much alike to the point that I feel like a guest in my own home because I try very hard to be respectful of her as a woman and my Mother.  Plus, since Mom can't work right now . . . and refuses to get a hobby . . . or do any volunteer work . . . or leave the house except to buy fast food . . . we see her a little too much when she lives here.  It's hard to share your throne.  This is my throne.
 
*SIGH*

I'm digressing.  The bottom line is that this week we're firing her psychiatrist even though we're having a little trouble finding another one who is both currently accepting new patients and also accepts Mom's insurance.

So keep the Two Moms plus One Additional Mom clan in your thoughts today.   



Until next time . . .