Tuesday, July 31, 2012

1st Day of School: The countdown begins. Why was I looking forward to it, again?

Alex goes back to school in 15 days. Thing2, Walter and Goofy start in 16. I have been really excited and looking forward to it for about 2 weeks now but the fun and/or easy parts are done. Now it's time for the headache and stress parts.

Bus schedules will be in soon. This doesn't SOUND stressful, but it is. Last year the bus times were like so...

Thing2: 6:45
Alex: 7:30
Walter: 8:15
Goofy: 8:30

Staggered. Good and bad. Thing2's pretty easy. He's totally in control of himself and capable of doing for himself- after the first week or 2 of being waken up. Aside from waking Walter up, giving him his medicine and watching him get on the bus, he's pretty self sufficient. The problem comes with watching him at the bus stop. at 8:15. 15 minutes before Goofy leaves. which is also only 45 minutes after Alex leaves. sounds ok but Alex's bus is never on time. They say 7:30 but that means somewhere between 7:30 and 8. But, then again, the second half of last year, they were almost always on time, so you really can't tell. and so, I need all kids up and ready to walk out the door before 7:30. Now, the hard part is figuring out HOW. Thing1 leaves for work at 7, Thing2 leaves for school at 6:45. That means they need time to get themselves ready as well, which takes both bathrooms.

Then there's the problem of the actual waiting on the buses time. The Girl is changing her schedule here pretty soon. She'll need to drop the grandbaby off around 8. This is good because I don't have to figure out how to juggle her and Alex because he'll already be gone but what do I do with the Queen while putting Walter and Goofy on the bus? Walter, I can leave the front door open and watch him in the neighbor's driveway and her in the house from the front porch but with Goofy, I can't just send him off on his own and I can only take her with me for a few months. What do I do when it's too cold? Alex's room is safe. If it's safe for him, it's safe for anyone. I can put her in there for the 5-10 minutes I'm gone but that means Alex's room has to be clean and checked before bus times. That means I have to add it to the things that have to be done by 7:30. The problem with having all sorts of things done before 7:30? I am a very lazy person. Especially in the mornings. I hate to leave my bed. I'm afraid I won't get up in time which just adds to the stress because as much as I hate to admit it? I am a perfectionist when it comes to sending my babies to school. They can't go in looking a mess. Some days they do, when I mess up, and then I feel like a horrible failure as a SuperMommy. Ruins my day. Did I also mention I'm pretty self centered? I will do anything in my power to keep from ruining my day ;)

Aside from mornings, there's also the other school stuff. Like the fact that tomorrow is August 1st which means the elementary office is open and I had planned to run in the hard copy of my formal request for an IEP (speaking of being a horrible failure as a SuperMommy, remember when I messed that one up?) for the Goofy child and a copy of his diagnosis but my plans are shot because I wanted to include the copy of adoption papers the school asked for and we don't have them yet so now, my schedule is crap and everything is being put off longer and longer and I don't freaking want to wait because this sh*t is IMPORTANT.

And that's just Goofy. There's more. Like Alex. Alex is supposed to have a new teacher this year. Remember last time he had a new teacher- in summer school? and I went completely off my rocker and right into viciously  attacking everything they did? or didn't do? and worrying about every little thing? and examining him head to toe every time he walked in the door? and studying e-mails sent from his teacher? Yeah. this is going to be *fun*. I don't like being the CrazyMommy.

THEN, there's more. Alex has an appointment August 31 to get tubes put in his ears. That's going to be strike 1. I'm not sure how many strikes I get before I start getting the letters giving me the option of homeschooling if I'm not capable of getting my child to school which is also the same letter that requires me to call the principal to discuss my options. Last year, it all started with Oral Surgery. This year looks like it's going to go along the same script. and, speaking of Oral Surgery, I have to get an appointment with a dentist because while Alex was protesting the ear microscope yesterday, I saw a tooth where there ought not be a tooth. So, that will be strike 2. Not to mention the follow up appointment with the ENT or the appointments every 6 months or the fact that I'm going to have to call all of Alex's doctors to see if I need to schedule appointments because I messed up again- I'm supposed to be taking him to the ENT every 6 months  for as long as he has tubes, even if he doesn't have an infection for 2 years. and the physical therapist at school made me feel stupid for not taking Alex back to his podiatrist when the podiatrist told me his feet shape was cosmetic and the PT disagreed. So how freakin many appointments is that? How many strikes? I love school. I want him in school. I really, really do not want to homeschool.

Even if the letters aren't meant as a threat and the principal understands the reasons for Alex missing, it's stressful to get the letters. It's like someone inspecting your work and always finding it lacking or that nagging voice saying "you're not trying hard enough." "if you would do better..." "you're not doing it right..." You know what I'm talking about.

Then the meetings. Open houses and IEPs and phone calls. Oh, Lord, the phone calls. How many times is Goofy's teacher going to call? Especially now that the neighbor girl will be in Goofy's class. and how long am I going to try being nice before I give up on that? I really want to be nice to the teachers. even if they do tattle. I already wrote teacher notes for Alex and Goofy and told Goofy's teacher to not call his daddy. Daddy works, Mommy takes care of kids. There is a reason I am first on contact lists (pet peeve. and I wouldn't bring it up if she hadn't done it last year) Plus, Mommy is way scarier than Daddy. Speaking of Mommies and Daddies, this year, Sister will be in school and Alex's Mommy needs help with her stuff. and then Mommy has other things going on that she needs help with like, Sister needs another appointment with the Child Psychologist to discuss a more definite diagnosis. I think that's in September but I'm not sure and Mommy can't remember so I have to check my posts to see when the 6 month mark is.

Man, I'm glad I took the time to be excited while I had the chance. I know it will all work out, I know I can do it. I did it last year and the year before and the year before... it will all be fine. but it's still stressful. Thank God I have you all this year :)

Monday, July 30, 2012

Alex's ENT appointment

So, the last time we were at the doctor's office, he said he saw "something" growing around Alex's tube. He said he's never seen it before because there's usually wax covering it and gave us a referral to Alex's ENT. You can read about that here. Today was the ENT appointment. I begged Big Daddy to go with me to help out because I wasn't sure what to expect and normal appointments are difficult. and we ended up having to take the Goofy one with us because he was the only one awake.


We get in to the doctor's office, I glance around at an empty waiting room and praise God for small favors. I'm checking in with the receptionist while Big Daddy sits with Alex and Goofy bounces around the room. I explain to Goofy that we are in a doctor's office so he can't be bouncing around like that. It's not allowed. and with him bouncing around, he's going to get Alex wound up and I will not be happy. In one ear and out the other. That boy can't seem to listen.


We go to the room where they need to get Alex's weight and height. I don't know why they don't have a regular doctor's office scale (Alex is a doctor's office scale rock star) but they have a regular bathroom scale instead (not so much). He couldn't stand in the center. He was too far over the edge or standing on the numbers so I think she was partially guessing at 62lbs, which isn't far from the 60lbs I thought he was. The height wasn't much better, he's 4'1. My Big Boy <3


We get to the exam room and she's asking questions. Hard questions. like, which ear? How the hell am I suppose to know? It's on the referral form! I think it's his left. but it might be the right. I'm not sure!!! whatever ear still has the tube in. The left. has to be. but that sounds wrong. might be the right. (hag coulda let me peek at the papers. If I'd known there would be a pop quiz, I would have studied on the way there.) Big Daddy's getting the giggles because, well, he only has 2 ears. it has to be the left or right. and she asks what grade he's in. Grade? In school? um... maybe 4th? No, 5th, I think. I don't know!!! Why don't you ask me about his IEP? I can tell you ALL about that! She gets some of the information she needs and goes on. Big Daddy's like... "uh, what's wrong with you? Why can't you think?" Really? You think this is bad? You should see me with all of the kids with me. Or in a school meeting. Those things are pure torture. Social situations? Forget about it. I may as well be on another planet.


Then the doctor comes in. He wants to know who put Alex's tubes in/ took his tonsils and adenoids out. um... you did. The HE starts with the questions. such as "When?" Seriously!? uh... a long time ago. It might have been about 5 years. 5 years would make him 5. that sounds pretty safe. I know it was before we moved back up this way and he was in kindergarten when we did that. So, we're going to go with that answer. locking it in. Big Daddy's just looking at me, shaking his head. I CAN'T HELP IT!!! Do you know how many important things have happened since then and now? Why isn't it on file?


The doctor can't see his tube, there's a piece of wax covering it but he doesn't see anything growing there. whoa, now, if the Pediatrician couldn't see the growth because of the wax, what makes you think you can? He does think Alex has fluid back there and may need another set of tubes. He would like to do a hearing test but Alex can't do a normal hearing test so he has another idea. It wasn't until I got to the room with Alex that I recognized his brilliant idea. Tympanometry. Man, Alex always flat lines in the left ear. I was told it was scar tissue. This test isn't going to tell him crap. After the test, we go back to our room and when the doctor gets there, I tell him. So he wants to look in his ear with a microscope. Ok, great. Good thing I brought Big Daddy.

We go to that room with Goofy video taping everything going on keeping up a steady monologue about all of the things he sees (bribery. and I don't even care. Chatterbox gropes everything and the doctor has expensive toys.) and we get Alex on the table. With Big Daddy around, Alex doesn't put up much of a fight, one of the reasons I call him for back-up. The doctor looks and says he really thinks there is fluid.  He asks about Alex's snoring (nonexistent), Goofy's decides to join the conversation and tells the doctor all about Daddy's snoring. The doctor laughed and told him it happens when they get older. It's because they are so smart :) He asks more about Alex, I told him Alex gets an ear infection every time his nose runs so he would like another set of tubes. Ok, then. He says he can check everything out while he's asleep so I'm happy.

We went through a whole big thing to get an appointment. We can't do it close to home because close to home doesn't accept his new insurance. His appointment is at the children's hospital August 31. I'm seriously worried because Goofy only has 1/2 day kindergarten and that's too far away for me to be able to do anything with the other kids and stay with Alex. Big Daddy says he'll take the day off. Yay! Now, I need Daddy to take the day off. If Big Daddy can take the day off to be here to help, I will raise hell if Daddy, who is his father, won't take one day off to help with his own child's surgery. But that's another post.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Saturday's Week in Review: Moments

Having so many kids in the house can get chaotic. Insane, even. but there are always these perfect moments. You know those moments I'm talking about. The ones where everything falls right into place. Where you step back, look at your family and say, Wow. I have been blessed. You look at your child, your children, and you fall in love all over again.

 







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Wednesday, July 25, 2012

LD's Schedule

The Little Dementor, being the youngest, has the fewest items on his list. Really, the only reason I made him a list is because the Goofy child has one and Lord help the person who gives one something and not the other. This is pretty much where Walter and Goofy started, adding a few more items every so often got them to where they are today.



























With picking up the toys, it's a game of beat the timer. I set the timer for 5 minutes to see if they can beat the clock. If they don't beat the clock, I don't care. It was 5 minutes of serious work and it's 5 minutes of serious work I don't have to do. but, I've never had them "lose" yet. Last night, the living room was picked up in 1 minute 54 seconds. In order to motivate, since I absolutely hate bribing my kids for things I think they ought to be doing anyway, the motivation is in how accomplishing the task is taught and in the satisfaction of knowing they did it.

Walter wants be independent. Goofy loves to see his accomplishments in black and white. The Little Dementor wants to be "big" and wants to keep up with the other boys. With the Little Dementor, he needs "hard work" made into a game. When the goofy one was at this stage, we took Eeyore and shoved him on the top shelf of the closet. We had 5 minutes to gather up all of the soldiers of the dark forces (toys) scattered on the floor and put them away to win the battle and rescue the donkey from the highest room of the tallest tower. The Little Dementor is happy to beat the time. I make it fun for the smaller ones, but I also make it clear that "no" is not an option- believe me, they don't want to make my job harder. They may not know why, but they know they don't.

Everything here is part of a larger goal. You need to know what your main goals are and break it down into steps. You want them to learn to clean their room? Well, first they need to know what that means and what steps to take to do it. 1. Picking up 2. making the bed. 3. wiping off surfaces. 4. vacuuming. Laundry: 1. sorting. 2. hanging on hangers. 3. folding. 4. washer/dryer. 5. stain treatment. ...See?

You need to know what goal you are working toward and break it down into smaller, simpler steps. Alex is learning to dress himself. First, he needed to learn to move his limbs to aide in dressing. Second, he learned to pull his pants up. kind of. we're still working on that. Third, he needs to learn to use 2 hands to hold his pants and move his foot to the hole. (Soooo not easy). You need to know what goes into each step to determine if they are ready to learn it. With Alex, that one simple step- putting his foot into the pants, uses bilateral skills, crossing midline, coordination and sequencing- which one to do first. So, to accomplish the goal of putting his foot in his pants, we have to address what goes into it first.

The L.D. is in the first steps of everything. It's a simple routine with only one chore. More of learning First, Then and how a routine/visual schedule works than being given serious responsibilities. He needs to know how this system works before he can use it on his own.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Alex's Mommy's newest news.

So, a couple of weeks ago, Alex's Mommy got some pretty sucky news. I say pretty sucky knowing full well it's an understatement because I've been there and there are no real words to describe the news she got. Her mom has cancer.

Last Wednesday, her mom went to have both breasts removed and start the process of treating it. Today, Mommy called me. I'm not sure I'm the best person for her to be talking to about it because in my experience, it was a death sentence. I'm afraid to offer hope because I'm afraid that it would be false hope and that's worse than no hope at all. She has been having a lot of trouble these past few weeks taking care of her mom, being there whenever her mom needs her, taking care of a child with a developmental delay, dealing with her own emotions as well as going through the steps of adoption.

Today, while she was on the phone with me, she got more news. Her mom's cancer has spread. They didn't get it all. Her mom needs to start chemo as soon as possible.

On top of this, the lady from the adoption agency will be at her house tomorrow afternoon to do a home inspection.

I feel for Mommy because, like I said, I've been there. I know what it's like to face this, to face losing a parent but I was lucky enough to have my brother and sister and many, many family members to help. I know what it's like to be completely overwhelmed and not know how to do everything that needs to be done, to have a deadline racing up and not being sure if you can finish first. I may not be able to offer Mommy hope, but I can offer help.

Today, I got my brother, gathered our kids and we headed to Mommy's house. We helped clean, did some laundry, stuff like that. By the time we left, she seemed like she was ready for tomorrow. The house is in order. That's about all I can do for this part. I'm not sure how much help we actually were. I did a few loads of laundry, straightened a bathroom, helped declutter a shelf in the kitchen and organized sister's room. a few times. My brother helped carry a few things out to the shed. But I don't think it was anything she couldn't have done herself.

I think she was more grateful for the show of support than anything. With everything going on, she seems to feel so alone.  She said she doesn't know what she's going to do without her mom, if it comes to that. Her mom is her best friend, the one she turns to in everything, she can call her mom at 3am just to throw a fit about things. and I have nothing to say. Words won't fix this. Even if it comes to *that*, especially if it comes to *that*, words don't help. Words don't heal the pain, don't stop the anger, won't bring your parent back. If anything, words just make it worse.

Words make you hurt more, they make you angrier and they still won't bring your parent back. Your heart hurts so badly you can't breathe. You feel physically sick all of the time. Your world is torn apart, the person you love so dearly will never come back. It's final. What's done is done and what wasn't done never will be. nothing changes it, nothing fixes it and  nothing will ever be the same. The only thing you can think is it's not fair. It's not right. Why them? Why them and not this other horrible person? You look around and you see other people's parents or other people's grandparents and you just can't understand how they can live so long, how everything is so normal and bright and carefree for them and you have this big hole where something important should be and nothing will ever fill that. You words, your "understanding" while you still have the ability to call your parents whenever you want, or worse, your "understanding" while your parent is standing there beside you, is a lie. How can you understand? Even worse than losing them, is watching what they lived before they died. What you will live after they are gone. You're sorry? Yeah? How does "sorry" fix it? Will your "sorry" take away the hell that they lived? The feeling of standing there and watching them slowly die and not being able to do a damned thing about it? Not even being able to comfort them? What good does "sorry" do? No, words here are worthless, I have nothing to say.

She has to take her mom to 2 different appointments Thursday, I told her she could drop the kid off here. I may not be able to fix things, I may have nothing to say, but I can make it a little easier to be with her mom when she needs her. I can do what I can do to give her the help she needs for as long as she needs it. I can't stop the cancer, I can't make things better but I can be available for whatever she needs. Even if it's a 3am phone call.

Goofy's Schedule

The Goofy child can't read many words yet so his is more of a PECS schedule.





























His goes in a picture frame as well. The reason for his is a bit different than Walter's. Goofy likes lists. a lot. and he likes to be able to mark off what has been done. Gives him a sense of accomplishment. He likes to look at the list at the end of the day and see all of the items marked off. He is his mother's child, after all.

Right now, all of his are supervised. I am right beside him every step of the way teaching him to do the various things on his list. Everything here he does on his own but when it comes to brushing his teeth, I get a turn first and then he does it on his own. With washing his hair, he moves the soap around on his head and is learning to use his finger tips to scrub but he doesn't get all of it. Once he thinks he's done (with verbal prompts on where to move his fingers), I run my fingers through it then he rinses his hair himself. He's still awkward holding the wash rag to wash his own body so I'm not sure if he's ready for that but it's not stopping us from giving it hell trying. He's learning to make his own bed, even if it's not perfect, it's his work and that is something to be proud of. He's just starting this year to rinse his own plate (plastic) after supper, so far he's just had to put his plate (plastic) in the sink. He can fully dress himself except for tying his shoes, which I have been trying to show him with no success.

On the schedule, there should always be the goals he's rocking and a few that he is "incapable" of doing or doing properly so he is always learning something new. he's not going to learn if it's not expected for him to learn. He's not going to learn if he's not taught. Having things on there that he can already do on his own gives him confidence to do things he hasn't yet learned.

With Walter, I check up on him to make sure he's done what needs to be done. With Goofy, I'm right with him every step of the way using verbal prompts, showing him how to do it and doing Hand Over Hand when I need to. Walter is ready to learn independence and personal responsibility, Goofy is learning self care. Personal Responsibility is your ability to take care of yourself by  keeping healthy, managing your emotions, treating yourself with respect and is taking responsibility for your actions, accepting the consequences that come from those actions and understanding that what you do impacts those around you.


He has more responsibilities than he did last year because he is a growing boy. My goal is by the time he's an adult, he will be fully self sufficient with all of the skills he needs to take care of himself and his home. He won't have to google how to fold fitted sheets or join a support group to learn how to keep house. That's the plan, anyway.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Walter's Schedule

In the spirit of getting ready for the back to school routine, I updated the kids' visual schedules. I chose visual schedules even for Walter because with ADHD, it's hard to remember what's done and what needs to be done (I have a visual schedule of my own) and I don't want to constantly be nagging all these kids all day long asking did you do this, did you do that? It's hard enough to remember what I have to do without trying to remember what they have to do and keep up on what was actually done.

This one is Walter's. Monday- Friday, things don't change much other than the trash needs to go out to the curb on Monday night. This is a new chore he is picking up this year because as they get older, they are more capable of taking on new "challenges" and learning to do new things, this is the same reason he is now responsible for doing his own laundry and putting his own dishes in the dishwasher.

In the morning, it takes less than 60 seconds to straighten the covers on your bed. It doesn't have to be perfect, but I have to believe you at least made an honest attempt.

Once you are done with your business in the bathroom in the morning, it takes no time at all (seriously, less than 2-3 minutes) to put your stuff away, run a baby wipe over the bathroom surfaces and take the toilet brush to the toilet. We use bleach tablets in the tank and there is cheap shampoo or hand soap in the toilet brush holder ( Thanks, Flylady.net ). I clean the bathroom once a week.







Monday






Morning






Make your bed






Get dressed






Brush your teeth






clothes in laundy






Clean up bathroom






Afternoon






Homework






Trumpet 30 minutes






Reading 20 minutes






Stuff by the door






Evening






6:00






Supper






Rinse your plate






Chores






Take trash to curb






Take the trash out






lay your clothes out






Bed time






Shower






Brush your teeth






Clean up bathroom






clothes in laundry






Clean your room


In the afternoons, he comes in to the kitchen table to do his homework. While doing that, I can sign whatever I need to sign, see what I need to see, put everything back. he puts his stuff back in his bag and it goes straight to the shelf by the front door. While he's reading and practicing his trumpet, I fix supper.

Before bed, I expect him to clean his room for 5 minutes. I don't care if it's finished, he just needs to seriously work for the whole 5 minutes. After a time, it will only take 2-3.


On the weekends, I try to give him time to be a kid and play with his friends. Durring the week, there is no way he is leaving the kitchen without his homework being done first and there is no reason for him to be out past supper, so, with the homework he has, he usually doesn't get to do anything. But I can't let him get out of basic routines or minor responsibilities. It takes 28 days to make a habit but it takes no time at all to get out of it, then you have to start all over.






Saturday






Sunday

Morning





Make your bed






Make your bed






Get dressed






Get dressed






Brush your teeth






Brush your teeth






clothes in laundy






clothes in laundy






Clean up bathroom






Clean up bathroom

Afternoon





Stuff by the door

Evening





Supper






Supper






Rinse your plate






Rinse your plate

Chores





Pick up the yard






Laundry






Take the trash out






Take the trash out






lay your clothes out






lay your clothes out

Bed time





Shower






Shower






Brush your teeth






Brush your teeth






Clean up bathroom






Clean up bathroom






clothes in laundry






clothes in laundry






Clean your room






Clean your room


I pick up the yard every evening so him picking it up Saturday evenings shouldn't be too big of a deal and at 12 years old, there is no reason he can't separate colors from whites and wash, dry and fold them himself.



























His schedule goes in a picture frame with a glass front so he can use dry erase markers to mark off
things as they are done. For Walter, it's more of a reminder of what needs to be done and what is finished. It gives him more independence than me riding his butt, he's more in control and likes it. I like it because instead of asking after each individual thing, I can just ask if his list is done. He is responsible for doing the things on the list independently but I still glance around to see that he's done what he says he's done, I still inspect his teeth to be sure he *really* brushed them and smell him after his "shower" to make sure he used soap. He's independent, not motherless ;)

Saturday, July 21, 2012

"You want to make my job harder?"

So, this week was Big Daddy's vacation which I take as my own to spend as much time with the man as I can. That means it was just us and our kids all week long. For the most part it was amazing. wonderful. I loved it. but we had a problem. The serious part of the problem, the that's it, no more part of the problem, started Wednesday. I convinced him to go to story time with us, which was fine, he helped the goofy one pick out some books. Then we decided to run by the Dollar Tree (where everything's $1). We were after picture frames for the kids' school time schedules. mid-shopping, I grabbed the screaming, fighting kids and bolted, leaving Big Daddy on his own to check out.

We got to the car and I let them know I was very disappointed in their behavior. At 12, Walter knows better. At 6, there is no excuse for what happened in there. It's time to stop babying the baby. They are in Trouble. Boy, you want to make my job harder? I'm your mother. I can make your life hell. You don't want to mess with me.

I have certain phrases that tell my boys where they are headed. I hear Walter bullying/bossing his brothers... "Oh, yeah? you want to be boss?" NO!!!! "You can be boss. I will let you. You can be boss all day long." NO, Mom, no, please, no! Alright, then. Problem solved. Cruella... "You really want to miss that bus and spend the day here?" NO!!!! ok, then. Get a move on.

Walter knew what was coming when we got home, the Goofy child had no clue. But he found out quick. Walter cleaned the stairs while I directed the Goofy child to pick up the living room and the bathroom. Walter changed the kitty litter, cleaned the entry way and started on the kitchen while Goofy picked up my room, the hall and Alex's room. This is where the Goofy child broke. He doesn't want to do my job. He can't take it. It's too much work. Alright, then. Listen up. This is a lot of work for me, too. I have a lot to do and I need him to do his job so I can do my job. His job is to follow the rules, to do his chores and to do what is expected of him to do for himself. When he pulls his weight, no one else has to do it, making their job harder than it needs to be. He assures me that he understands.

Thursday, we go grocery shopping. The goofy one ends up in the front of the cart because of his behavior. He dumps his soda on Walter's new watch to see if it's water proof. Fight. "Do you really want to make my job harder?" NO!!! Knock it off. now. We get checked out, ...let me mention that Alex has been no angel this trip either..., so, we get checked out and suddenly Goofy is screaming. Walter smacked him. Alright, then. NO, Mom!!!! Oh, yeah. Big Daddy makes a comment about them thinking this is funny. I promised him that they wouldn't be laughing in an hour. I can only imagine what the people staring at us were thinking but that's alright, they can just be thankful I'm not raising their children. We get home, Walter helps his dad put groceries away while I get started with the goofy child. Goofy cleans up the house, Walter follows up with the details- floors and such.

Thursday night, we get the Little Dementor and my brother back. Friday morning, we need to run to get clothesline and dish soap. Before we got out of the car, I looked at Goofy. I said "Do you want to make my job harder?" NO!!!! Ok, then. 1. walk nicely. 2. stay close. If you can't reach out and touch me or your dad, you are not close. 3. nice voices. If you do not follow these rules, you are making my job harder. It was the best trip yet.