These posts are getting shorter and shorter! I can hardly believe it. Do you think it's possible that I'm getting less wordy? Meh. Probably not. I'm just gettin busier.

This week is a killer.

Monday, I took Julian to see the new occupational therapit in a town about forty minutes away. Yes, it is the same town that Dirk lives in. I need to come up with a fake name for it. Let's call it...Snickelfritz.

So, I took Julian first thing in the morning (after we put the girls on the bus) to Snickelfritz after waiting a year to meet his new occupational therapist whom I will call Wilma.

It wasn't a complete waste of my time, but it was pretty fucking close. I don't know why the Big Guy (or Girl or whatever) has decided that my purpose in this life should be to break and then train these fresh out of school therapists who haven't yet had the life or career experience neccesary to work with a disorder as complex and individual as the people if affects.

But it is, apparently and so first thing, I had to get all territorial on her ass and let my big brain out. I normally like to wait a few weeks before I let these therapists know I can read.

This did not stop her from wasting an hour testing Julian's fine motor skills, which are fine and have always been fine, only to exclaim, "WOW! His fine motor skills are pretty good!"

*sigh*

On the upside, she is nice and will break easily. Ha.

I will take the boy back next Monday and hopefully we will get to the nitty gritty of sensory processing and language integration as well as the plethora of ways Dyspraxia affects Julian (and what I can do to strengthen his muscles).

I'm warning all of you, though. If she gets him to cut with scissors again, I might scream.

Tuesday, Julian and I went to Jay's Place, his nursery school and my accidental, kinda, sorta place of employment. I will blog about Jay's Place in greater detail someday when I have more tim. Also, this is supposed to be a rant and I love Jay's Place

On Tuesday, I took part in a collective kitchen project, signed on to help coordinate an outreach project and a funding board meeting and got to hold, feed and burp three babies. Tons of fun but a busy day!

As an aside, the ECE who runs the group (and whose daughter is an Aspie) was able to help me with one of my foot concerns for Julian in five minutes. I told her she should come with me next Monday as the OT was NO help at all in that area.

Dirk stayed over last night so that he could take me to an ultrasound this morning.

I don't blog about much more than being Julian's Mom on this blog. Not sure why. Private, I guess.

The point is that I have not been well in over a year and a recent trip to my family doctor brought on a batch of bloodwork and an ultrasound and who knows what else in the days to come.

So, for this ultrasound, I needed to fast and of course, drink a boatload of water. There were three separate exams, each one more uncomfortable than the last. I stepped out to meet Julian and Dirk hungry, tired and sore.

I asked them what they had gotten up to for the hour and a half I was in there (the medical imaging centre was centrally located and there were tons of places to walk to).

"Denny's", said Dirk. "I took Julian to lunch at Denny's. We just finished."

I. Could. Have. Killed. Him.

They went to fucking LUNCH knowing I hadn't eaten all fucking day?! THEY had breakfast! Dirk had coffee!

*exhale*

Exactly how much can large endowment make up for?

*sigh*

This relationship stuff isn't for the weak, is it?