Friday, August 27, 2010

The scone obsession and the sensory overload snapshot

Flint Lockwood: [narrating] Have you ever felt like you were a little bit different? Like you had some unique to offer the world, if you could just get people to see it. Then you know exactly how it felt to be me. (cloudy with a chance of meatballs)

My scone obsession began when i was about 9. We were traveling to anaheim to go to disneyland and we stopped in the middle of the night at a donut shop. Well long story short there were no donuts left only scones. some filled with bits of stuff and some plain. My parents were annoyed but starving they bought them. While i listened to them complain about the scones and how "WHO" eats scones...why have scones at a donut place blah blah i was happily eating my scone silently noting that it tasted like one of the greatest things i had ever ate. I couldnt wait to grow up and leave donuts behind for scones! lol Funny story but its really true. So now i am happy to bake my own and share them with my scottish highlander that i happened to marry :). Cant wait till we take our trip to scottland someday i just know its going to be amazing and i bet they have the best scones ever there lol.

My son has had a rough last 2 days ...his erratic sleep and my insommia , dealing with the EFMP weirdos , highlanders busy work schedule that has overtaken even when he comes home, first week of school blah. After dropping the kids at school this morning he launched into a hysterical crying jag because he cant stand to see them go. It shot my nerves and made me feel on overload as i drove. His bad moments grow fewer as the days go on but the problem lies in not knowing what will set him off. My heart goes out to my son because i can see that he is frustrated with himself. He has things he wants to say but the sentance structure wont come on command he must think about what he wants to say and well when he is mad like most humans i know he doesnt take time to think he just acts and in his case he screams. Something as minor as a tag on a shirt irritating his skin can cause a meltdown and it will take me a few minutes to figure out what is wrong. I have been buying new and engaging toys as we make the switch out from more babylike stuff to bigger thinking and learning toys as well as sensory intergration items and toys that help him. My littlest angel , i love him so much , to him i owe the only patience in the world i posses. His smile alone could light the whole world.

I have so many plans for this weekend. Highlander is going to help me reupholster a bench i bought years ago when we were stationed at Fort Irwin. I have 2 crafts to do with the kids. I need to clean some more and finish up in the kids rooms and also i want to finish up reading a few books. There is so much more....but who knows what i will actually get to and what i wont.

For as social of a creature as i am i have another side of me that loves my solitude.
I have said it before and ill say it again. To be exceptional if you are at all is to be mostly alone. I really understand this . I really do.

S.O.T.D.
If you love those who love you, what benefit is that to you? For even sinners love those who love them. And if you do good to those who do good to you, what benefit is that to you? For even sinners do the same. And if you lend to those from whom you expect to receive, what credit is that to you? Even sinners lend to sinners, to get back the same amount. But love your enemies, and do good, and lend, expecting nothing in return, and your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the Most High, for he is kind to the ungrateful and the evil.
—Luke 6:27-35

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