I still have not cut my hair. I think you'll be able to tell from the pictures I'm posting today. Ponytail and barrettes are back in effect. When I have third grade hair, it's time for a trim!
I didn't post much last week. Work has been crazy. One of my coworkers was on vacation, and then another coworker's mom had a stroke and then she missed time too. I love helping my coworkers, don't get me wrong, but that means my work gets neglected. Then I feel rushed, hurried and out of control. No one is on vacation next week, so I will finally be able to concentrate on my own work. Plus...the kids are back at school tomorrow.
Here is what I wore to church today.
|My striped Merona shirt, black lace tank top from WalMart, and my black cotton gypsy skirt from WalMart. Also, my open toe black shoes from Target. Blue crystal pendant from Target. I think the only places I shop are WalMart and Target?|
|I think I need a new bra. Am I lopsided here? I assure you, that of the many issues I have, my girls are both the same size. Am I slouching? I don't think I am?|
|I am laughing pretty hard here because Tiger is doing the Running Man behind Missy as she takes my picture. Today was a good morning.|
But Thursday...it was bad. I had to leave early to take Bucket to middle school to get his schedule and pick up old report cards. Then we went to his psych doctor. I left in tears. Besides, his diagnosis of autism, we have now added General Anxiety Disorder, attention deficit disorder, Oppositional Defiant Disorder, and "attention to thrive physiologically." I don't understand why, I don't know God's plan for my Bucket, but all I know is that whatever he does, it will be exponentially harder for him than it will be for others. I am not sure I will ever understand it. All I know is, I'll be here to guide him as best as I can, to make good decisions for him until he is capable (if that ever happens.) Mr. R and I are fighting over his meds right now. The doctor prescribed an anti-anxiety med for Bucket. Mr. R says no...I say, let's give it a shot and see what happens. I can tell Bucket is super anxious. He has chewed his bottom lip into a pulverized mess of skin and picks at his skin constantly. He also has tics a lot. I don't want to go behind Mr. R's back, but I don't want to turn my back on Bucket. Please pray for me to make a good decision for my son. I hate medications, I truly do. I just love my kiddo so much.