Louisiana has flooded on a massive scale. Our state is now the "home" of over 40,000 HOMELESS households - a number reported by CNN - and growing.
We are finding dead bodies in cars and homes as some flood waters recede.
My home was threatened, so we evacuated. My childhood home is currently sandbagged and still under threat. The picture below shows my aunt's house, but it could have shown my cousin's house, local teachers' houses, or my friends' houses. This flood event had a 1 in a 1,000 chance of happening. Imagine that. 1 in a 1,000. People don't insure (and are not advised to insure) for a 1 in a 1,000 chance of something happening. Those with flooded houses lost everything.
Yesterday, I tried grocery shopping in the local stores. Of course, food and supplies are difficult to ship on the cracking, waterlogged interstate system, so I came home and wrote this on my private Facebook page.
I've drafted the first line of this post over ten times. It started as a celebration of mothers who raise kids with exceptional needs. But that wasn't enough. It morphed into a cutesy illustration of what moms of "normal" children can expect - footprint art, tissue paper flowers, or breakfast made from cereal and spilled milk - versus what moms of kiddos with special needs can expect.
But if a child can't remove his corrective foot braces, has inadequate fine motor skills, or had seizures pretty much every day this week, moms already know they won't be getting that traditional stuff. They don't need me to tell them (or you) that. I owe it to the mom who stood by me in the special park (the one with a wheelchair swing and an adult-sized harness swing) - watching our two "probably have autism but doctors are nervous to label them" kids to make sure they were at least not physically mean to each other - to tell the truth.
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I love that moment when I sit down with a blank planner page. Filling in my schedule and listing my tasks, cup of coffee in hand, is so much more fulfilling than doing the tasks! (Truth, right?!?)
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I spent an hour this morning sorting my prescription meds, calling the pharmacy to order refills, and making sure my epilepsy kids had his meds in order. An hour of my life, gone every single week.
I'm a perfectionist. I like to do the right thing all the time. I expect the very best from myself. I find making mistakes unacceptable to the extent that it keeps me up at night.
A friend of mine recently visited the Mall of the Americas AMC Theater with her 9 year old son. She was told by an employee that he was too old to go into the ladies' restroom with her.
I have a big announcement to make! I've teamed up with Becky at Planner Fun to offer FREE printables for your personal use a few times in the upcoming year. Planner Fun will supply the downloadable, printable pages, and Giftie Etcetera will teach you new ways to use them.
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I got a new car.
The salesperson wants me to say, "I got a new car!!!" I know that for sure since he commented on how unexcited I was at the negotiations and title signing.
