Revolving Door

What a whirlwind of activity on Friday - here are the therapists for the day:
H. then M. and B., then and interviewee for this summer showed up K., then D. showed up for Sophia, then C. showed up for Zach, and finally L. showed up in the afternoon. That is 7 therapists in one day folks. I can only imagine what my neighbors think with all this activity in our driveway/parking lot. My head was spinning. I managed a cup of coffee and a banana throughout all this.

There was so much being said to me, and so many women talking to me I just wanted to run away at some point . I am not used to being around women, and it was really hard for me to handle. They talk so much and so fast! (I am sure I am like this too BTW) I felt like I was in a cyclone at times. I definitely get where guys come from now when they talk about "yippee" women.

Part of my issue is that I do have a hearing comprehension problem - as a child, my mother used do tell me I needed to listen better - and I thought I did have a listening problem. I read book after book after book on how to be a better listener. Then I realized I am a partial visual learner, and that I easily get overwhelmed with a lot of words being thrust at me, and lose comprehension. Oddly enough, words can flow out of me like water (so many people have told me to be a lawyer). I have always had problems with understanding innuendos, being able to figure things out contextually, the subtleties that a lot of people pick up in conversation. I need clear and concise (organized doesn't hurt either) descriptions of things. Gosh - I suck.

Back to the topic at hand, Zach had a ton of people coming at him, and basically decided that he would make himself a necklace for me or is that on me? Get this visual in your head - he basically held on to my neck with both arms and hung off of me all day long. He did, at some point, take a nap, which allowed me the luxury of cleaning the house and cooking dinner for our company. He's 30 pounds. I think I need a chiropractor.

So Saturday, while playing dentist with me (he loves to stick his fingers in my mouth and touch my teeth) I said "teeth" to him and he said it right back. My mother was in the room to witness it. I laughed because I told her: "Did you hear that - he said teeth! Probably won't hear it again for another 2 years, but I will add it to the list anyway." And that's how that works.

While at my mom's - my sister and her husband came over to the house. They were eager to see Zach point, which of course, there was nothing he really wanted, except me, so he wasn't "performing". At some point, I did feel like I was trying to show off a trick by my puppy and not a capability of my child. A dash like a freak show.

Speaking of freak show, earlier in the day, my whacked sister (not the one with the husband) decided to stick herself in a conversation between my mother and me yesterday. As she began to yell at me about how I didn't understand neurologists (I was telling Mom how the last neurologist appointment went with Zach) she went on to tell me that her daughter is epileptic and autistic, but that they couldn't afford to pay for an official diagnosis. This is the same sister, who according to her "autistic" daughter, when I first notified the family of what was going on with Zach stated something to the effect that I was overreacting and trying to get attention for myself.

As I listened to her bizarre rant, I looked at my mother who just lowered her eyes to the spectacle before us. Then the doorbell rang - God saved me once again! He sent a couple of Jehovah's witnesses to talk to Melanie. While she was being "enlightened", I told my mother that my sister was whacked and I really didn't want to hear her nonsense and that if someone thinks I would choose this for myself they had to be insane, clinically and unequivocally mad. This is my family support: an ill mother, the once in awhile putting my child on display, too busy with his own life/mess to check in, and complete lunacy with a touch of bizarre jealousy love. *sigh*

Poor Mom was feeling terrible - I believe she caught our stomach bug on top of the unexplained swelling in her legs and sciatica. The kids loved spending time with her though. I have to cherish these moments, even if they are interspersed with complete and utter absurdities.