Random Thoughts from Marj

I am dreading potty training Bugaboo. He knows when he goes and he knows when he is about to go but has no desire to sit on a potty. The lack of communication does not help. They are working on it at school but I am prepared for a loooooonnnnggggg effort.

Bug Boy is sick. He has not spoken more than a few words in four days. That is usually how we know he is sick, this boy literally sounds like Rain Man. The nice thing about it is that today will be unusually quiet for me!

How is it that dogs have that uncanny knack for sniffing your privates and knowing (before you do) when Aunt Flo will come for a visit? Shadow is also adept at sniffing out ear infections from the boys before I know they even have them!

I only had to nuke my tea twice today. That is a sign that we will have a good day!

My sister's fortieth (not Dino Boy's mom) was this past weekend. She does not look forty. She looks darn good, even if she thinks she doesn't. I hope I look like her at forty!

My mother-in-law turns sixty next month on Valentine's Day. She has requested one of my favorite dinners that night. Pork, Sauerkraut, mashed potatoes and fried apples! YUMMY!

When we bought our last vehicle (a used Honda) I imposed a moratorium on car buying. My husband is a car guy and wants one about once a year. I kid you not. He has owned seventeen cars in seventeen years, although to be fair I must tell you that we have had two cars since we got married. So I am responsible for four or five of them. But we currently have three vehicles. I managed to hold him off for nearly two years. The past few weeks we have car shopped every spare moment, including Christmas weekend. I just wish he'd make up his mind.

I have recently come to terms with the fact that I am not depressed. I have been treated for it for the past ten years, on and off. The meds and counseling have not helped. It finally dawned on me that they are treating me for the wrong condition, and other people (one of my sisters) have been right about what is bothering me for most of my life. My doctor agrees but I am not ready to start medication yet. See if you can guess what she thinks:

• Poor attention; excessive distractibility
• Physical restlessness or hyperactivity
• Excessive impulsivity; saying or doing things without thinking
• Excessive and chronic procrastination
• Difficulty getting started on tasks
• Difficulty completing tasks
• Frequently losing things
• Poor organization, planning, and time management skills
• Excessive forgetfulness

Hmmmm....

Brrrr!!!! It is cold out there! You know it is cold when the dog does not want to go out there.

If Bugaboo did not have autism I feel like I would not know him as well as I do. In a way I feel like I have been given a gift with him. I have to work twice as hard with him as I do with Bug Boy so I learn so much more about every little detail. Sometimes he is so interactive and engaging. He even leans over to receive his kiss each evening before bed. I look forward to that every day!

I should get in the shower right now and just cannot bring myself to do it. I hate getting wet. Hate. It. With. A. Passion. Totally. With a capital T that rhymes with P and stands for "Poole." (If you don't know where that came from, watch the Music Man. Or don't, it isn't that good.)

Have a nice day.