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Hoarse Whisperer

Nov 19 2012

Source No matter how quiet my husband attempts to be in the morning, he may as well be banging a gong over my head because I can hear his every move. As he leans over to say goodbye as he does every morning, he whispers ever so loudly. The dude has the loudest whisper ever. The volume of his daytime talking voice is much quieter and less jarring than his whisper yell. Of course when I point this out, he laughs and whispers even louder. I married a smart-ass hoarse whisperer. At least most mornings this rude awakening occurs at a reasonable hour. Most mornings, but not today. This morning my dear husband got up and showered at 4:45 AM. It seems somebody didn’t turn his watch back an hour. DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME WAS TWO WEEKS AGO FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! Now look who’s whisper yelling.

Nov 16 2012

At a recent group speech therapy session with my daughter I had a run in with the R-Word. But not in the way you might think. Parents watch these classes via closed circuit television from a separate room. It’s usually mothers, but at this session there were two dads in the mix. As the other moms and I watched and listened intently to the class, the two dads chatted about golf and business and other random topics. Instead of hyper-focussing on their kids the entire hour, they were relaxed, enjoying some social time, talking about subjects other than their children. Imagine that. Whenever I’m in the presence of other moms who also have a child with special needs, the go-to topic of conversation is always our children. “What’s your child’s diagnosis? When did they start walking? Who’s their OT? Seizures? Are they on the spectrum?” etc. etc. etc. Truthfully, it’s kind of exhausting. And then here are these two dads—chatty, laid back, unconcerned. I eavesdropped as one of the dads relayed this story about his daughter to the other dad . “We’re at this indoor playground and I see Kira push another kid. The kid’s mother runs over and starts[…]

Oct 30 2012

We recently went out for a family brunch and a lovely time was had by all, or so we thought… After looking through the photos it seems one member of our merry band was somewhat dissatisfied. Could it be she was disgruntled after being told she was not allowed to stick her head directly under the chocolate fountain, despite the fact that her mother did that very thing several years before at a wedding? What? I was dared to do it. Or perhaps eating a spicy pepper, mistaken for a tomato was causing ill feelings? Or maybe being forced to sit still for more than ten minutes was more than she could bear? Whatever the reason, this is the photographic evidence that *somebody* in our party was a little on the grumpy side. Funny, because she’s usually the happiest of the bunch. *My father-in-law is absent from this pic because he was taking the photo…

Oct 29 2012

You ponder the sleepless nights, the childish outbursts (yours AND the kids’), the emotional and financial drain, and the myriad of adjustments you’ve had to make to your life, and you wonder, “Is parenting worth the sacrifice?” The day my daughter was diagnosed with a rare genetic disorder is the day our lives changed forever. We were in the hospital at the time, our tiny girl hooked up to a feeding tube, when the doctor explained what we would be facing in the years to come. Appointments, hospital stays, and numerous therapies loomed. One parent would need to stay home to manage this hectic schedule. It was going to be me. My maternity leave was coming to an end, but I would not be returning to my job. More than a job, my chosen profession and passion. When this reality hit, I sat rocking my baby in my arms, grieving for my old life. A passing nurse peered in at a sobbing mother and soon a social worker arrived to talk to the woman in room 2C who was coming unraveled. It seems selfish looking back at how devastated I was to be losing my career. Was it really a loss[…]

Oct 23 2012

“I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?” A rather dramatic song lyric don’t you think, Beck? I may be a chronic loser, but it’s no reason to snuff me out. Maybe just let me nap for awhile. I’ll even get up and make you dinner if you just look for my lost stuff while I’m sleeping. I can’t believe how many hours I’ve wasted searching for misplaced things, retracing my steps, looking for clues. We parents are all losers at some point. Sleep deprivation, hectic schedules and dividing our attention between spouses, bosses, children and pets… it’s no wonder we can’t keep track of our things. Here are some of the items I’ve lost over the past few months. I actually made a list of them awhile ago but…I lost it. My sunglasses. And no, they are NOT on my head. I checked. My cell phone. I have to call myself several times a week to locate it. My kids think this is hilarious. Family movie passes. They didn’t find this hilarious at all. A library book which I found AFTER purchasing a replacement copy. A deodorant stick. It came home from the store…. and[…]

Archive - 2012

Hoarse Whisperer

A Different R-Word Post

Mad Family Love

Parenting: A Glory Story

I’m A Loser Baby