Splat Goes Life.

So I have this adorable child who once asked all of us to call him Jack. I'm not sure why- I don't think he knew anybody named Jack, and I can't think of any cartoons from his early years with a character named Jack. But there you go. So my little "Jack", the adorable 9 1/2 yr old that he is, has been given a rough road to tow. His child development didn't go quite as planned. We had his hearing tested when he was two, did the whole early intervention bit (special preschool, etc), have years of OT and Speech therapy under our belt.. At first it was "Sensory Processing Disorder", then it was Autism (Asperger's at this point, says the psychiatrist), then ADHD, ODD (Oppositional Defiant Disorder), and who knows what else. I say that because we're now dealing with a psychiatrist who thinks the next step is anti-psychotic medication. There is a family history of Bipolar, and honestly, sure- why not throw that on the little guy, too. I me...

I haven't blogged in ages. In fact, the last time I blogged, was two years ago, I think. My good internet friend had just died in a tragic accident, and I wanted to pay my respects. He was one of the last people who read my blog, and well, why bother posting after that? I started journaling (which eventually gave way to blogging) back in the summer of '99, when I found myself stuck at home in a strange city, thousands of miles away from home (long story), and had nothing better to do. I read "dirt" from other people's lives- about their crazy parents, cheating husbands, trouble-making kids, etc. Well, how could I sit there and fill up on this stuff and not give anything back? Even if what I had to offer paled in comparison? (Actually, I think my life was - and as been - just as crazy in its own way. I still have a working title for the novel I one day plan to write!). Fast-forward to 2013. I'm a wife (as I was back then- yes, to the same person), and now ...