Some days I wish we had a reality t.v. show recording at our house so that you guys could get your entertainment from our shenanigans. We had moody teenager today – all day. And guys, it was brutal! Slammed doors, wailing over super minor issues, and displays of selfishness that would make a real teenager stop staring at their phone and watch, in awe of what he accomplished.
If you read this blog at all, you might notice that I have a less-than-enthusiastic attitude about the medical profession. That’s quite simple to explain: the system is difficult (impossible!) to navigate, it’s excruciating trying to search for a diagnosis, and I frequently know more about our medical diagnosis than the doctors we speak with. Sure, doctors know a lot, but I find that often they don’t know much about things outside of their “kit” of diagnosis.
So it didn’t really surprise me when we encountered yet another issue with our doctor. Annoyed me, angered me, depressed me – but not surprised me. Because I’ve come to expect this from doctors and nurses.
I caught myself wistfully wishing that my kids were normal today. It was tinged with frustration, sadness, and a tiny bit of raging anger against the universe. Who am I kidding? My family isn’t normal in any way, including Mr. Genius and myself. We have our own normal but it’s certainly not average.
Trust your gut. Always, always, trust your gut. I’ve known for a while that the Engineer had trouble with reading. I knew that he struggled, and I knew there had to be a reason why my smart, creative, problem-solving son just didn’t get it. Sure, he’s defiant, obstinate, stubborn, and all those other lovely adjectives that we love to complain about, but I knew there was a reason behind his defiance.
And as it turns out, I was right. Oh, how I wish I could sit here and say “he’s just being a little snot.” Because I finally figured out a part of the problem, and it’s not making me happy.
It’s late Friday night, and I’m sitting here vegging in front of the computer after finishing up my email to-do list. It’s been one of those weeks where I’m happy that I made it to Friday without losing a kid or my mind. I’m glad the challenges of this week are over!
The funny thing is – I feel guilty. I feel like I’m wasting time because I have a huge to-do list of things that I must accomplish and a million self-imposed or real deadlines that I need to meet. That’s not counting the normal mom, homeschooling, house and life things that relentlessly take over the precious free time that I have. I feel guilty for relaxing.
How annoying is that! Even though I know that everyone needs some down time, and everyone needs some “me” time, I feel guilty actually doing it.