Whiskey, Tango, Foxtrot?

Van Halen. David Lee Roth leaves Van Halen. Roth's solo career. Eddie marries Valerie. Sammy Leaves Van Halen. Gary Sharone joins Van Halen. Eddie in Rehab. Eddie outta rehab. Eddie divorces Valerie. David comes back to Van Halen to record. Van Halen decides to go on tour. Eddie back in rehab, sans teeth. David refuses to go to Rock N Roll Hall of Fame. Sammy and Michael show up to collect and sing Sammy songs.

Blame everything on Global Warming.

Medical assistance. We have to reapply every two years for the boys. They have a diagnosis of autism (which is considered a permanent disability) and our regular insurance will not pay for most things considered developmental delay. Medical Assistance, which they are entitled to, wants you to reapply, you know, in case they are cured. They want all of our financial info even though we do not qualify based on finances. They send us paper work on the eleventh that is due on the fourteenth. 'Cause I can just drop the OTHER THREE PACKETS of paperwork that are due that same day and run to the mailbox and priority mail it whenever I want.

Year-round school schedules. Two week breaks. Only 180 days for these kids?

School District. They pay for private therapy for some people. They provide Extended School Year for some children, based on academics. Bug Boy will NEVER qualify based on academics but does on social skills. They do not provide anything for social skills and emotional support over the summer, they consider that the domain of wraparound. Wraparound only provides behavioral support. I can send him to the special camp for Autism but he is so high functioning that last year we decided he did not belong there. So I want to send him to a regular camp, out of pocket. But they will not provide behavioral support if he goes there. So he has to go alone. With no help. By himself. I hope he is ready. If not, I will take good data and shove it at the school district in time for next year's decision.

20 degrees. 50 degrees. 73 degrees! 64 degrees. Oh well, 50 degrees. Sigh. 37 degrees.

Bug Boy. All week he has been sneaking around, out of his room, staying up late. Last night we went to bed at eleven and found him in our bed watching television. He is SURPRISED when we tell him he cannot do that. He looks at us like we are talking crazy talk. He is STUNNED that he is supposed to stay in bed at eight. Then he is SHOCKED when we wake him and tell him he cannot stay home and let him play video games all day just because he is too tired .

The previous owners. No Norm Abrams there. Nope. No skills WHATSOEVER. More Bob Vila.

Potty training. He will sit for hours. Then he takes off his clothes and pees on the floor. He knows what he is doing. I have two potty seats, I am going to get two more today. My sister had a good idea. One in the living room, one in his bedroom, maybe one in the basement. Everything I read said that you have to get him going on the toilet right away and not fool with the potty seats, since he has issues generalizing. I don't know, my rug may thank me for it. So will my couch.

Tea Bags wrapped in little individual plastic bags. Talk about a waste of packaging.

Bugaboo signs and talks all day. Two weeks go by with NOTHING. Then he uses he PECS, smiles, hugs and plays for two days. Then he does NOTHING of the sort for a few more weeks. Whenever he has off from school he has trouble falling asleep that night and wakes in the middle of the night for hours. We have slept on the recliner all week from 2:30 until 6:30. Every night. At the same exact time.

Juicy Juice boxes used to have twelve in a pack. They now come eight to a pack. Unit price is actually higher now.

I moved eighteen months ago. I used to donate regularly to certain charities that would come to pick up from my house. They frequently came to my neighborhood and still call to tell me they are going to be on my old street. They WILL NOT pick up at my old house.

Bugaboo just came downstairs from his room, without a diaper, with poop all over him.