Daily Archives: April 1, 2016

The Lice Chronicles Part I

(In which my son gets lice)
I realize that is a horrifying picture over there.  It expresses a bit of the terror I am feeling after yesterday.  This is part I of the “Lice Chronicles”.  I am desperately hoping there is no part II.

Thursday was an example of how a crisis can sometimes override a mood. I was lucky enough that while I am struggling with what seems to be mild cycling, I was not so depressed that I couldn't rise to the challenge nor was I manic and unable to maintain the necessary focus.

I had stepped away from work to attend a “poetry cafe" that Jacob’s gifted class had worked so hard on. Mary and I had just enough time to hear Jacob's poems before Phillip's teacher called to inform us he had lice!  Perhaps it is an overstatement to call it a crisis, but we had to spring into action.  Every member of the family had to apply lice shampoo and comb out any bugs and nits.

It turns out that only Phillip actually had lice so there was minimal work for the rest of us. But, when you have lice, you need to comb it all out. That means we spent almost two hours trying to comb a nonverbal four year old with autism.  For the situation, he was incredibly well behaved and cooperative.  He did not jump, scream, or struggle to get away.  Only toward the end did he attempt biting us a few times.  But no hitting.  Despite all that, he would not keep his head still.  The shampoo recommends combing for two hours for shoulder length hair.  For Phillip, we probably should have spent four hours doing it.  We could only hope we got it all.  Turns out the next morning Mary found two more nits.

Mary and I had a big misunderstanding.  I wanted to shave my head but was concerned that she should check my head first to make sure I didn’t have lice.  She actually wanted the same thing.  I thought she was trying to talk me out of shaving my head.  I stupidly went ahead and shaved it without checking.  So now there is no way to know if I actually had lice.  Furthermore, it is my responsibility to look for lice in Mary’s hair.  If you’ve never done it before… it’s hard.  I can’t stand it’s my responsibility alone to determine if she is lice-free.

As far as my suspected cycling, I still think I am.  This has been a huge stress.  I was able to focus a little more on work the next day but still spent a good deal of time unfocused, distracted, anxious, and antsy.  I am just hoping so much that we have got our family, bedding, and house free of lice.  It’s so disgusting.

Here's my first selfie for this blog showing my new hairdo.  A week ago I never would have thought I'd put a picture of myself on here.  However, the hypomania has caused me to create an Instagram account and Twitter account.  I've got selfies all over those accounts.  So what difference does it make?  Not sure... I sense another blog post about privacy lurking in there.

Image credit: Wikipedia Head Louse

Fuck April Fool’s Day!

Ready. Set. Sail! Fuck this Goddamn “holiday.” I’m pissed off and upset and triggered and whatever the fuck you want to call it. I hate my stupid parents. Why in God’s name do they still  bother me?!? I’ve had it up to HERE with their nonsense and bullshit. I’m on a damn rampage and people better… More Fuck April Fool’s Day!

Depression Is Back

I’m going to do something today that I rarely, if ever, have done before. I’m doing a post about how I feel now. Right this minute. So, here it goes – I feel like shit. It’s day five of debilitating depression and I’m sick of it. I’ve only showered every two days. Earlier in the […]

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Depression Is Back

I’m going to do something today that I rarely, if ever, have done before. I’m doing a post about how I feel now. Right this minute. So, here it goes – I feel like shit. It’s day five of debilitating depression and I’m sick of it. I’ve only showered every two days. Earlier in the […]

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With my baby Leo :-)

Leo and me

Well I’m back in Buffalo, visiting my son and my baby Leo. At the sight of my son, my heart expands and I feel such love and pride and happiness! He’s been lifting weights in between going to his 3L law classes, and he is quite the little body builder.

I have to say that whatever hard work, sleepless nights, and sometimes extreme worry that went into raising a son, it was worth it, all worth it. I love him quite madly, and I would highly recommend motherhood to anyone who is considering it.

And speaking of motherhood, there was a young mother to be sitting next to me in the plane when I was flying here last night, poor things was not doing well with the turbulence. I remember my pregnancy, 25 years ago! Quite unbelievable. I felt the healthiest, bounciest, most energetic I’ve ever felt in my life! Should have had 5 more, hahaha.


With my baby Leo :-)

Leo and me

Well I’m back in Buffalo, visiting my son and my baby Leo. At the sight of my son, my heart expands and I feel such love and pride and happiness! He’s been lifting weights in between going to his 3L law classes, and he is quite the little body builder.

I have to say that whatever hard work, sleepless nights, and sometimes extreme worry that went into raising a son, it was worth it, all worth it. I love him quite madly, and I would highly recommend motherhood to anyone who is considering it.

And speaking of motherhood, there was a young mother to be sitting next to me in the plane when I was flying here last night, poor things was not doing well with the turbulence. I remember my pregnancy, 25 years ago! Quite unbelievable. I felt the healthiest, bounciest, most energetic I’ve ever felt in my life! Should have had 5 more, hahaha.


Westward Ho! Day 5

 

Teesha's Pages

The focus of ArtFest is art journaling.  I’ve tried this a couple of times, even made a few art journals, but never really got into it.  I journal… and I do art.  They come from two different parts of my brain.  Whenever I’ve tried to moosh them together, both parts sort of suffer.

Part of coming out here (aside from loving Teesha’s rubber stamps and, you know, traveling) was to stretch my artsy envelope and embrace art journaling (at least for five days).  I’m with 143 artists who are good at this and six teachers who want to help us do it better, give us new ideas and techniques, and support the artsy life.  My attitude is I’ll Try Anything!  Bring It On!

IMG_0376We have two classes a day with a two and a half hour break between for lunch, rest, and journaling on our own.  Each class is three hours long, which never seems like enough time to do everything we want to do.  The point is not to create a finished piece, but to play around with the cool tools and new techniques, get a journal spread started, then go off later and mess around with it.

Not surprisingly, perfectionism among the ArtFesters abounds, but the teachers keep slicing through that by making us do things fast, sloppy, random, imperfect.  I love it!  Yesterday, teacher Orly Avineri, trooped us all outside with the images we’d made that we liked the least.  We stood in a circle, ripped them up, then released them like confetti with whoops and grunts and whatever non-language noise came from our guts.  Without release, she said, we get stuck.  We can’t continue to wander to the next thing, and the next and the next.  In Artfest’s Superhero pantheon, Orly is Wander Woman.

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IMG_0389After class yesterday, I met up with my new friend, Michelle (brain enthusiast, fan-girl, mystic, potty-mouth) and her Southern California gang for supper.  I was too tired to enjoy their lively conversation about Broadway shows.  Time zone changes, adrenaline, the push of a schedule on the road, the gentle sway of rapid cycling; whatever the reasons, I’d only gotten three hours of sleep at night for too long. I had to skip the beach bonfire last night and for the welcome snug of my bunk.  I fell asleep with the evidence of a day well spent.

Now, with a full eight hours in my sleep bank, I’m ready for another fabulous day with two more of my mixed-media Heros; Andrea Matus and Michael deMeng.  Tonight: The Vendor Show!


When Molehills Really ARE Mountains To Be Scaled

Newbie Kitten Pic

 

I have nothing new or important to say.

But in keeping with the sunshine spewing therapy mongers…I did complete a couple of goals today and I want to pat myself on the back. Only cos the shovel is out in the shed and I am too lazy to go get it and whack myself in the head with it.

1.) I fixed a good super- meat, potatoes, veggies, fruit.

2.) I showered.

Now it doesn’t seem like much but…that molehill, for me, really is a mountain. That I scaled this much…I have to let it mean something.

Tomorrow’s goals, aside from paying bills, is to finally get my ass out to the lab for the lithium level draw. That and try not to hide in the closet to escape my kid. If I hear “Mommy” one more time…It’s like she is in love with her own voice. And even when I am saying yes, she has to argue with me. It’s exhausting.

Now…go look at our newborns and click share. If nothing else…normal people love kitties and will get a smile.

Smile.

Bedtime. My brain quits for the day.


Odd News

Some odd news.  I had entered a literary contest the first of this month where the online publication, NoiseMedium, said they would give their favorite submission $500 to publish and then publish the next 100 favorite submissions out of the ones they received for this contest.  So I found out today that I did not win the $500, but I am in the top 100 submissions so I will be published. Go figure. (I wonder how many total submissions there were?)   It’s an online-only journal, so I won’t get a  print copy, but the story will be archived on site for future reference.  It’s just as well that this particular story went to them–it’s almost a novella at 73 pages and would have had a hard time finding a traditional publisher.  It’s called “Looking For Home” and will appear on www.noisemedium.com. on April 22, 2016.  I look forward to seeing it.  (Wonder if they edited it down any?  We’ll see.)

Today was a really, really good day even before this news.  I’ve been awake all day with no sleepiness and finally completed my closet reorganization.  I’m saving my new clothes for a trip we’re taking for dance to Birmingham in a few weeks.  DId some cleaning up with other areas of the house and had a video conference about my work in my class at noon today.  I got a lot of really good suggestions to improve my essay.  And I handled it fine, took the comments in stride, etc.  SO hopefully the revision will work well and I can turn this one in as my final exam.

Hope everyone has a good weekend.  Thanks for continuing to read and stopping by!