Another Day in the Life of Luxury

It may have been quiet on the blog, but things have definitely not been quiet at home. In fact, things have been hopping so much, a shower is often a luxury, let alone an hour to write down the events of our lives. Lord knows that I am never proud that these posts are far from proofread or edited and my grammar negligence must be patently obvious. Especially becuase I used to be such a stickler for these things. Now, I just don't care. OK not true. Perfection was never achievable in the first place. My desire to attempt to reach it has now faded as well. In the case of my writing, unlike any other event in my life, I have decided to run with scissors.

This is probably a good thing. I am not sure if I was a type A or not, but if I had to wager a guess, I would say that I was pretty close. Life has happened and if I was a type A, you certainly wouldn't recognize it by my current behavior. (Type A referring to personality theory in which individuals can be described as impatient, highly competitive, ambitious, aggressive, having difficulty relaxing.)

Things are falling of my plate left and right. I cannot accomplish much of anything. I am taking each day as it comes, and I am getting the base minimum accomplished. I feel that my attempts at advocacy for Zach has been stifled by an inefficient, ineffective system whose only goal is to self sustain. I also know I have "hit the wall" (runner's speak) in this marathon and am pushing through waters that feel more more viscous than 20 pounds of gelatin in an ounce of water.

In an effort to not feel like I have not totally failed my beautiful son, I have attempted to bring a smile to his face every day I can. This summer we have managed trips to Thunder Island to play at the water park, Wellesley Island to swim with friends at their cabin, the sunflower maze in Camillus where Zach resisted in fear at first and proceeded to run through just about every loop in the bee shaped maze, swimming at Gilly Lake, swimming in our little pool, playdates at a few friends houses, lots of hugs and kisses in between these events and the endless school and therapy.

I have also entered him into Potty Training Bootcamp. (To be discussed in another post)

Sophie has had swimming lessons, ballet camp, soccer/basketball/lacrosse camp, birthday parties, and this week vacation bible school. She has enjoyed our outings and loves spending time with her grandmother and friends.

Amongst all of this, we had a successful garage sale where nearly 85% of our baby items are no longer in our possession. So strange to see them go away. So definite a symbol that our life is in a new phase.