update

Wow! What a week. Between me getting sick and then B, I feel like I've gotten nothing done. And I shouldn't feel like that because I've gotten some things done around the house that needed finished. Projects that I'd started. Worked on a few more that are still a work in project. Taken B to his new quack. Oh man, I have to find him a new Dr. That one I took him to was a waste of time. He didn't ask for the records. He didn't ask for pre-existing conditions. He didn't ask for a medical history. He didn't do a strep test or any type of test. He looked at his nose and throat and wrote him out two prescriptions. He had never heard of the asthma medication that B takes daily. I knew that medical care down here was going to be an issue. That it would be harder to find a Dr here with the training that Cooks Children requires. I knew there was a reason I cried when I said the final goodbye to the kids pediatrician. It took me 3 tries to find him when we moved here from IN, so I suppose I shouldn't have expected to be happy the first one I found here. But one that doesn't kill my child by ignorance would have been nice on the first try. Of course, I'm a bit freaked out right now by the fact that 3 days later, he's still running a 102 degree fever. And the fact that he was crying last night while he was up all night because he couldn't swallow. Now, he seems to be doing somewhat better this afternoon. 3 days into the antibiotic he's becoming a monster again instead of just a whiny brat.

On other notes, I seem to have inherited another child. Can anyone tell me how it is that my house always seems to be the home of wayward kids? For over 25 years now, I have had teenagers showing up at my house and then they just stay. Kids whose parents haven't wanted to deal with them. Kids who have been thrown out or abused. I had one that caused so much trouble at home that he couldn't stay there any more. He tried to set his step brother on fire. Yeah, he had a few anger issues. However, whatever those issues were, they were directed solely at that family. After he was removed, he went on to not have any other problems but step-brother ended up in prison. He's married now. A father with children of his own. You know, I never had one bit of trouble with that boy. He stayed with me for several months and then he went to live with grandparents. I swear to you folks, I do not look for these kids. I am not sure but I'm starting to think that this is what my purpose in life was supposed to be. Somehow, I always seem to find the kids that no one else wants. I love kids. I really love kids. I know that there are times that they drive me nuts. But my kids drive me more nuts than anyone else's ever have. And this one now. My boys brought this one home. After his step-dad told his mom that either the kids went or she went. So mother of the year got rid of her kids. There are a few horror stories that this poor kid has. He's happy to see a meal that doesn't consist of whatever fits between 2 pieces of bread. I don't know where we'll go next with this young man. I know he's been a life saver with getting some projects done around the house. He got Little Man to work the other night when our car broke down. Right now he's up at work. And he may be bringing me home a baby goat. The farm just keeps growing. That's what you're supposed to do with a farm though right?

Anyhow, like I said. My boys brought this one home to me. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with him yet but I've found that I'm usually led down the path that I'm supposed to take with these kids. Whether its for a holiday dinner, a week or a lifetime commitment, life always works itself out. And as this one will be 18 in a few weeks, I imagine it won't be long and he'll be flying free as an adult. You know, I guess I'm bad, I've never even asked if he's a JR or SR. I suppose I need to be finding that out in case I have a graduation to be dealing with this year. I knew I might have as Little Man might graduate early, but if this boy is going to graduate this year, I'll have to do something. His mom apparently doesn't do holiday dinners. He was worried about being here for the holidays. Well, I can't remember a holiday when I haven't had someone extra at my table. So, that's not a worry around here. And he has a girlfriend so I'm sure he might go with her. I refuse to worry about something that might happen several months from now though. Maybe his mom will get her act together and choose to be a mom again before then. I always have hope for these family relationships that at some point and time, the parents and kids can work something out. And most of the time, I've been right. Most of the time in these situations, its a communication gap. And boy do I know that one. You say one thing- the kid hears another. They think they're telling you one thing- you hear another. Sometimes I just think we speak a different language for a while here. I speak teen boy fairly well with everyone else's child. It's just mine that I don't quite get the lingo sometimes.

I do hope that my children have learned something from all our "strays". Compassion for other humans if nothing else. And that maybe, even as hard as we might have it financially from time to time, that nothing is better than a loving family and those times spent together. Yeah, and there is wishful thinking that my spoiled rotten kids won't be too upset this year when Christmas is fairly lean. One can hope can't one?

Well, the mothering thing needs to take precedence in my life again. I hope everyone is having a great weekend! I have a honey-do list for the boys tomorrow that should keep them busy for several hours. They're going to hang some shelves and get some yard work done and clean the nasty rooms. They started a few of the things that they knew I wanted done today so that they had less on their to-do list tomorrow. Good kids.

And the game was....

We've had another busy week.  Is there any other kind?  It's been over 100 degrees here every day.  It's too hot to breathe.  Now, I'm finding out just how much I love B's asmanex right now.  He hasn't had to pull out the rescue inhaler or the nebulizer all month and that's about a 1st.  

Went to visit my friend for lunch on Friday.  Little Man was putting some applications in around where we were having lunch.  She was kind enough to take the boys home with her to let them jump in their very nice and refreshing pool while I ran home to get swimsuits.  Makes no sense right.  They were supposed to WAIT for me to get their with their suits BEFORE jumping in.  HA!  I got their with their suits and they were already in the pool.  So, Ms J and I got in and joined them.  I love their pool.  It's a saltwater pool and it was so refreshing.  Her son "super D" will be home from college this Thursday to join them for a vacation and we are going back to visit.  Super D is B's hero.  They have been best buds since B was 7.  Super D was 14 and playing baseball on the same team as Hurricane.  Ms J and I kept the boys at a different hotel than the rest of the team during our trip to KS for World Series.  (This turned out to be a really GOOD thing cause the rest of them ended up getting into no end of trouble).  During a game B went to D (this is how he got his name) and said "Super D- hit me a home run".  His next at bat, SD launched one more than 400 feet over the fence and told my punk:  "That was for you".  Super D's other claim to fame came in the pool on this same trip.  See, SD and H got bored.  They wanted to play volley ball in the pool.  The problem with this was that they didn't have a volley ball type ball to play with.  So, they invented a game using the little brother as the ball.  One of them stood on either side of the rope dividing the pool and they took turns launching the young one in the air.  I will have to tell you that in the years since then, B has gained around 100 pounds and this game would in no way, shape or form EVER work at this point.  The person who could throw him the highest and make him do the most flips before hitting the water won the round.  Being as SD had a much bigger build than H, he won almost every round and B thought he was the bomb.  Hero worship formed and has maintained thru the years.  SD called B and personally invited him to his high school graduation, they still talk over their computers and text messaging and SD has been a wonderful role model/hero to B.  When B tells him that classes are too hard, or that he's not smart enough to go off to college like SD did- SD is always there to pick him up and encourage him (or bully him as the case may be) to keep working for it.  He's come home from school and gone to watch B's games and boy does that make you the big man on campus when you're 9 (or 10 or 12 etc)  and someone DRIVES to watch your game.  SD is graduating in 3 years instead of 4 getting his degree in business finance with straight A's and I couldn't ask for a better hero for my 13 year old (who isn't always fond of school).  Much better than some of these public personalities who spit tobacco and cuss on tv with thousands of kids watching.  Right?  We call B Super D's shadow.  He follows him around like a little shadow (or not so little anymore).  Allowed me to have a great time when we went to Yellowstone together.  I didn't have to worry about where B was wandering off too- if we knew where SD was - we could find B.  But, now Yellowstone is a story for another time.  

LM is desperately trying to find a job.  He's got applications in all over the place.  I hope he finds one soon.  B goes to the Dr. this week.  We'll get to find out if he goes back in for eye surgery #8.  Fun. Fun. Fun.  Ice Cubes gf had a birthday last week and we went to her birthday party yesterday.  It's was hot and I couldn't only stay a couple of hours.  I got too hot at B's try-out that morning and felt sick all day.  Ended up going ahead and signing him up for the AA team in the neighboring city.  I watched his try-out yesterday and he just didn't look like his heart was in it.  I'm still seeing the after-effects of his old coach burning out.  When Coach JM burned out- he didn't do it gracefully and it did some damage to the way B has looked at the game.  I'm thinking a nice, mellow, laid back season might get the fire back in his belly and motivate him again.  I hope at least.  

Enjoy your week!