Just the ramblings of a crazy Mom of two beautiful girls (and YaYa to many children that I adore) navigating through my snafu'd life. This blog is my way of 'clearing the cobwebs' and trying to maintain my sanity.
I have a chaotic life full of kids, rebuilding after our house burnt, coffee, my best girls, mornings in my breezeway, blogging, a full time job, screaming kids, laundry, remodeling, Asperger's/OCD Big'K, mowing, taking the trash out, Bipolar w/psychosis and RAD Lil'K, a crazy family, more kids thrown in the mix, bad plumbing, laughing until I pee my pants, electrical malfunctions, and everything else the Big G thinks He needs to throw at me on this ride we call life, all the while trying to survive being a single mother. Because let's face it...every day that I wake up, I am outnumbered!
today is father's day. and in true fashion to my life, i am the only 'father' in the house. just me. i have done this. the single mother gig since october of 1997. when Big'K came quietly into my life. three years later her father was gone. not disappeared because he was a loser. but he died. she has suffered ever since. now there are two. Lil'K did not come into my life quite as quietly. she has not seen her father in quite a while. which is really a shame. he is missing out on her life. on everything. i am not even sure if he knows the date of her birth. for almost 15 years in my house father's day has been a sad day. for both of my daughters. neither of their fathers are here. whether uptop with Big G or here on earth. the general position of their bodies means nothing. because to my children they are not here. and that causes pain. i feel like i have tried to do everything i can. but when it comes down to it children need two parents. i do not want to get off on a tangent about same sex parents or traditional sexed parents. because i do not care. i just think that two people can better make decisions for children. but only if they get along. i know too well children that do have two parents but are miserable. today i tried to make the day as good as i could. this year the unhappy day happened to fall on my cousin's birthday. so we cooked out and spent time with family. you see the thing is...Lil'K has been wired for sound. my oldest is Asperger's. and she has been off also for a few days. today she was absolutely off. it never occurred to me that it may have been father's day. i did the same thing for years. when it would get close to my mother's birthday or death anniversary i would be off. sometimes i realized what it was. and could catch it. but it took me a long time to do that. i do notice in Big'K gets hemmed up close to her father's death date. and she is not even aware of it. the human psyche is amazing. and scary all at one time. so what if today was not a good day. i am working on turning the days that seem to be triggers for my children into positive days. so that they will not have to suffer forever.
eventually what is now Unhappy Father's Day will begin to turn into a day of joy. and i know it may take a while. but eventually...
i have been invited in. to a secret club. it is very exclusive. some people know about it. but most do not. the way in is through initiation. a long cruel journey. littered with rage. fear. anxiety. fighting. sadness. grief. no one asks to be in this club. it just happens. and in the beginning you are not even aware of the club. you just think you have stumbled off into hell. you cannot control what is happening. it is almost like a possession. and you are stuck. just watching. this creature you love. that you made. that grew in you. that is a part of you. suffer. and in a way it really is hell. and you realize it is not really a stumble...more of a face plant.
almost a year to date. last fall. my youngest, at the tender age of 6, was diagnosed with a mood disorder and general psychosis. and in the last month we have found the answer. or at least part of the answer. she is bipolar. yes. my now seven year old is bipolar. and there is a good chance that there is some other type of psychosis laying in wait as well.
'Ms. Loco, your daughter is bipolar'
i cried when the doctor said those words. not because i was sad. because i was relieved. because she followed with the best thing a stranger had ever said to me. 'YOU are not a bad mother. YOU are not wrong. there is something wrong. your daughter is sick. YOU have done nothing wrong. YOU are doing the best you can. hang in there. we will fix this'. i had heard those words countless times from the BFF. and i knew she was telling the truth. but when you do not know what is wrong you always second guess yourself. but finding out. it was a weight. lifted. i was not shocked. it made so much sense after all we have been through. i had been doing my own research as well. i searched boards and walls. websites on bipolar children. read other parents stories. saw my child in so many others. read what worked and did not work. i read the CFR on what her school is required to do. and all of that was before the diagnosis. i knew. i knew something was wrong. and i already suspected bipolar. i started an ARD. today we filed for social security disability. i know other parents who go through the same thing. i read up on meds. and therapy. i did my homework. because i want to fight for her. even though there are days that all it seems i do is fight her. she is medicated and it is working. for now. there are still bad days. and there are still really bad days. the triggers are without end. one simple 'no' over the smallest thing can mean a ruined day. a buggy full of groceries left in the grocery store because the wrong cereal was put in the basket. a tantrum so bad that you can see the looks on strangers faces. deciding if they should call 911 or CPS on you. because they do not realize at that point you have barely been holding it together for the last 10 hours. because it has been hell. the screaming. kicking. spitting. falling down on the ground. breaking things. hucking things across the room. it gives waking up on the wrong side of the bed a whole new meaning. they do not realize that you have to raise your voice. you have to be stern. because yes, calm is better. but in the middle of a meltdown calm just does not work sometimes. they see a curly headed child who was two isles over entertaining everyone while singing Shirley Temple songs. 'On the good ship Lollypop...' all smiles and giggles. whose mom is now almost in a panic. who has her hands around fragile arms. gripping her child as if someone was trying to snatch her from her arms. with tears streaming down her face. like a wild animal. searching for the exit. and you can tell the strangers are worried. but not for her. because to them she looks like the monster. they do not realize she is trying to save her. the daughter. as well as her own sanity.
my daughter is a rapid cycler. she can go from breakdown to perfect child. Rosemary to Shirley Temple. two, three sometimes five or six times in a single day. read that again. one. single. day. there are days when it is good. all day. and days like today when she has been triggered for the last 48 hours. and just seems able to flip the switch at light speed. walking on egg shells. us. not her. because a day without Rosemary rearing her head is a great fucking day. a day without mom breaking down and crying in public is a great fucking day. the other days...well they are hell. and it will never stop. it will never go away. it is not just a cold. it is mental illness. and it is scary. even more so in a child.
i cannot hide anymore. you see i have kept this side of her away from so many. most of my family never really knew there was a problem. we would exit stage left at the very first glimpse of trouble in her eyes. me always looking like the ass that left the family get together early. no one wanted to hear me say there was something wrong with her. nope. it was just a kid being a kid. acting up. bad parenting. well you are wrong. THIS is not MY fault. my child is sick. and i know you do not get it. but i will not sugar coat it any longer. i have been strong. and i have fallen. and gotten back up. and fallen again. and i will continue to repeat those steps. but i will not avert my eyes any longer. i will not let the fear of strangers' gazes make me leave.
i will keep fighting. for her. and sometimes with her. but i am fighting.
Just a mom of two kids. Big K and Lil K. Who make me loco on a daily basis. I have a ton of other kids that call me 'YaYa'. They are my 'stray cats' as my great aunt refers to them. Once you start feeding them they won't go away...and apparently i'm a great cook!
The things I say will not always make sense. I am funny. I am sarcastic. I am educated. (Sometimes I forget this and the ghettoredneckcoonass comes out. I cannot help it. Hushitup!) I am a smartass. I do not sleep a lot. I may be off color at times. I am also harmless. You may not get my style and that is not my fault. This blog is not meant to be anything other than my thoughts. What I say belongs to me and at the end of the day...it's just words. Get over yourself. If you are offended, go away. You have been warned...