I can tell it’s getting very close to the end of the school year, because every morning we lag. I was up at 5:17 and still had to rush to be out the door on time. I can also tell it is time for me to start getting my own life. My babies are drifting away faster and faster. We will STILL have incredible times together, but it won’t be as often.
Doctor appointment t
his morning for Ethan. I was proud of him, because despite not enjoying such appointments, he spoke with the doctor to let her know how he was doing with his SSRI. There are options I have with him, additional diagnoses I could get, but I’m not sure if it would help or hinder.
I thought there was plenty of time: I had 52 minutes until I needed to be at work so I dropped by for a smog check. 45 minutes later, I left not having passed smog. It isn’t because of the numbers, they were clean. It was visual…. because of the catalytic converter. This damn state. I probably shouldn’t even be mentioning this, but it’s because of a sticker inside the door. Two words: duct tape.
I had a very special meeting this evening with an old friend who created something 
absolutely glorious for me. The timing couldn’t be better either, because of upcoming goodbyes. Ginny made me the most beautiful copper Wicked Tree so I can take it with me. This means so much to me!
Home to my Boy. Maggie is off in Monterey with her school on a field trip, so it’s just me and him. We had fun this afternoon with him driving the bus. It hit me today, as I was driving home from work (I had a reaction that resulted in sweats, rapid heart palpitations, etc), why I have such a panicked reactions. It’s because I can’t consciously remember my accident, when I lost control and flipped the car, hitting a house. I don’t remember, but my body does. This explains so much. Slowly, ever so slowly, more pieces of the puzzle come together. How fortunate am I….
Pictures: I need to make my key-ring smaller – it’s difficult starting the bus; My Wicked Tree from Ginny ❤
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