The Story of the Sleepy Santa

So yesterday we had Christmas Eve dinner and exchanged gifts with my mom. It was wonderful. Of course the kids were completely tanked up because hello, it’s Christmas! Korban went to bed peacefully with the assistance of Jet and melatonin but Selah was wide eyed and very excited. Brad and I thought we’d lay down with her in our bed and talk for a minute, let her go to sleep there, and then we’d get up and put out their gifts from Santa. One problem though—we passed out too and didn’t wake up until Brad’s internal alarm clock woke him up at 7:00 a.m. So yeah, no Santa at our house. Fortunately, the kids were still asleep so we jumped up in a panic and started slinging gifts under the tree. We had most of Selah’s gifts out but none of Korban’s when we heard a noise behind us. We turned around and there stands Korban in the doorway. We just froze and stood there with our mouths hanging open while Korban surveyed the dolls and accessories. He said “Hey, uh, is there going to be any boy gifts?” Poor dude was legitimately concerned. I said something profound like “GobacktobedgobacktobedGOBACKTOBED!” Brad took him back to bed, and persuaded him to wait until Selah woke up. Lo and behold, there were boy gifts. If you remembered to actually put gifts out for your kids, you’re doing better than me and Brad this Christmas. Luckily all’s well that ends well and even though we know gifts aren’t the most important thing, they did get their gifts, even the boy ones. We took some time before they were unleashed on the gifts to reflect on the true meaning of Christmas. Brad read the Christmas story and Selah assisted by acting it out. Korban prayed and we sang happy birthday to Jesus. It was a great morning even if it did get off to a wild start. 

Merry Christmas from our (crazy) household to yours! 

Four Score and Nearly Ten Years Later

Brad and I were fortunate enough to be able to attend a TEAAM (Together Enhancing Autism Awareness in Mississippi) Autism Conference in Hattiesburg today. The last time we were able to come to TEAAM event we came to a family retreat shortly after Korban was diagnosed. I was pregnant with Selah at the time, and she turns 9 in a few weeks, so it’s been a little minute. 

That was the first major autism event we went to after his diagnosis and I remember what an impact it had on me. Reflecting on that has had me in my feelings a bit today. I remember being so relieved that other people were facing the same things we were, but at the same time my heart hurt that they were having struggles too. 

I had so many questions and so, so many fears. Mostly fear of the unknown. What would the future look like? Would Korban talk? How would he handle having a sister? Would he love her? Would she accept him? Would his meltdowns ever cease? On and on and on....so many questions, so little answers. I was honestly terrified. 

Roughly a decade later we have mostly settled into “our normal.” Most of those questions have been answered. He does talk, a lot. He screamed for about the first two weeks of Selah’s life but after that he decided we would keep her and now I think he’s decided it was his idea to get a sister in the first place. They love each other a great deal and have a very special relationship, even though they drive each other crazy sometimes. Selah is nurturing and accepting and is the perfect little person for our family. Eh, meltdowns we are still working on, but in the past year he’s been much less aggressive and I am so very thankful for that. 

I still have questions. Will he read? Will he be able to live independently? Does he know how much we love him and rest in that? Am I messing this whole parenting thing up? Will the aggression come back? Will he be able to make friends? Will these meltdowns EVER CEASE? But I can honestly say I’m not terrified like I was when we first started this journey. Maybe I’ve mellowed with time. Maybe Korban’s knocked off some of my rough edges. And maybe I’ve just seen that the future I was worried about back then looks like this: 

I promise you not all of my life looks like this. They don’t always get along and Korban still deals with many challenges and behavioral issues. But the good outweighs the bad by so much, and so many of the things I wasted my precious time worrying about never came to pass. How could I afford to be anything less than grateful? 

Don’t Be Afraid

As a mom to a child with autism, I feel like one of the hardest and yet most important things is getting our family out to do stuff together. I’ve said before that sometimes it goes great and sometimes it doesn’t go so great but we dust ourselves off and keep trying. I honestly get frustrated with myself because I have so much anxiety about just regular outings. It involves so much planning and I’m honestly scared of what Korban will do when we get wherever it is we are going and what people’s reaction will be to him. We’ve had way more good experiences than bad ones but the fear never leaves me. 

Yesterday afternoon Brad’s parents returned from their vacation and called to ask if they could stop by our house on the way back home. Of course we said yes and were so glad to see them. While we were visiting with them Korban started to holler that he was hungry. (That’s a regular occurrence. Lol) So we decided we would go out to eat. 

The restaurant we picked was Country Squire in Iuka. None of us had been there in a long time, but that was my parents’ favorite restaurant when I was a kid and we ate there lots. Isn’t it funny the things you remember from when you were a kid? I remember we always sat in a booth in the back. The walls are finished with small rocks and there was this one smooth stone I liked to rub. They had apple rings on the salad bar and my parents used to get them for me. I can still remember the way the color bled out onto the napkin and dyed  it pink. I don’t remember this story, but my dad used to love to tell it. When I was little enough to still sit in a high chair I got those little paper cups like condiments come in and started spinning them on my thumbs. One flew off and landed on the table of the people eating next to us. Ah, I was a weird kid. If you know me as an adult, that’s not much of a surprise. 

Anyway, the point is I have a lot of fond memories of this place and I was really excited to be going. At least I was until we started driving there. Korban is still so jealous of me talking or interacting with people and was mad that I had been talking to his grandparents, even though we hadn’t seen them in a week and everybody had tried to make him feel included. He started asking if I was going to talk to them while we ate, and threatening to scream. His scream is so loud and awful and I knew he wouldn’t leave peaceably if things started going badly and would cause a scene. I started panicking inwardly. I had Brad call and ask if there was a wait time to be seated and started trying to prep the kids on how to act. I was just thinking “Get in there, eat, and get out.” We had the iPad with us of course, and Selah had her frog purse packed with coloring stuff, cool pens, Star Wars stickers, notebooks, etc. We were prepared. I just never know if it’s going to be enough. 

We got there and walked in right behind another family. We had to wait a minute while they cleared tables and pushed them together for us. There were some seats up front so I sat the kids in them while we waited and kept reminding Korban not to talk loud and trying to keep him happy. They had the table ready for us in a minute and we went and sat down. I don’t know whether the Holy Spirit moved in Korban or his meds kicked in or both, but his mood shifted and dude was a joy to eat dinner with. 

He talked loud, but that’s just him. He wasn’t angry or upset. And he had some really decent one-liners during our meal. Some examples: 

(Hollering down the table): “Hey Mammaw, do you wear lipstick?” 

Charlotte: “No, I don’t.” 

Korban: “ME EITHER!” 

My personal favorite—“I like tartar sauce. It’s like sauce but with tartar in it.” 

And this one, as he shoveled food in—“My hand hurts. I think I’m getting arthritis.” 

Sometimes he says the blessing before we eat and it generally goes like this “THANKYOUGODFORTHISFOOD. BLESSITTONOURISHOURBODIESANDOURBODIESTOYOURSERVICEAMEN.” All in one breath, because he is ready to eat. But apparently he decided last night was a special occasion and he announced unprompted that he was about to pray and then dramatically folded his hands and proceeded to tell each of us to close our eyes. Then he prayed like a preacher at a tent revival. He blessed the food and everyone in our family. He asked God to put a hedge of protection around us and to let no weapon formed against us prosper. He was on a roll and it was great. Very sweet. So things were going well. 

When I went to the salad bar I had an unexpected encounter. A man came out from the back and said “Excuse me, was that your son that was sitting out front earlier?” Even though things had been going great I thought, my heart kind of jumped into my throat. I was sort of braced to hear “What’s wrong with him?” or to have to apologize for Korban talking loud. It wasn’t any of those things. The man kindly asked “Can he have sweets?” I smiled and said yes, that he loves sweets. He asked what he liked and what my daughter liked and if it would be okay for him to send them something when they got finished eating. I said of course and thanked him profusely. 

So when we finished eating our waitress brought out a platter filled with brownies, ice cream, chocolate syrup, and whipped cream. I thought Korban was going to vibrate right out of his seat he was so happy and Selah was tickled pink too. 

Look at those faces! Korban’s eyes are cracking me up. 

Look how full his cheeks are! He’s like a squirrel. 

Nomnomnom

Selah’s curls were kicking and so was her daddy’s beard. 

He’s got that fork ready, y’all. 

So it was the owner who sent the kids the dessert and it really, really meant a lot to me that he did it. I was feeling pretty apprehensive before we sat down to eat last night, but it ended up being the highlight of our week. I said all this to say to other families that are in our shoes, especially with kids younger than Korban, do like Dory and just keep swimming. I know it’s hard. Some things have gotten so much easier as Korban has gotten older and some new challenges have popped up. I still get scared and want to hide under a rock at least once a day. But if I had done that last night I would’ve missed this. There are a lot of good people left in the world, and I want to be one of them. Please be enouraged, and remember to be kind to others. You don’t even have to give brownies and ice cream but my goodness what an impact it made on my family last night. A very sweet treat indeed....

Like A Boss

Korban is at an odd stage right now. Technically, physically, he is 12. He is a preteen. Mentally and emotionally, he is much, much younger in many ways. The best way I can think of to describe it is imagine raising a toddler who is roughly the same size as you. Korban is more advanced than a toddler in many ways, but he’s definitely still so impulsive, unreasonable,  and emotional and it’s not like I can just pick him up and tote him out of a store if things go south. He is making progress in so many areas but sometimes it just feels like one step forward and two back. 

This past Sunday he came to me while I was cooking breakfast and asked me to pull a wiggly tooth. He isn’t dramatic about pulling teeth thankfully, but he generally wants them GONE when he can feel them moving. I was elbow deep in biscuit dough and told him I couldn’t pull it right then and he accepted that and walked off. A few minutes later he returned, tooth in hand, and proudly told me he pulled that tooth “like a BOSS!” He sure did and we were all really proud of him and made a big deal out of it. I’m so glad he is starting to be more independent and can do things for himself. And then there was yesterday....

Yesterday afternoon Selah was sitting at the kitchen table working on her math, I had already started getting things ready for dinner, and Korban was in his room sitting on his crash pad, flipping through a picture book. At least that’s what he was doing the last time I checked on him. I was turned around to the sink washing a dish when I hear Korban’s voice behind me and he said “Hey Mom! I cut my...” Based on his history my mom brain is filling in blanks like “cut my hand, cut my arm, cut my ENTIRE LEG OFF!” So I spun around in a panic. Hair, y’all. He cut his hair. So on the one hand I’m relieved (very relieved) that there’s no blood and no injuries. On the other hand, my 12 year old now looks like Jim Carrey did in Dumb and Dumber. I did some deep breathing and told him to show me the scissors he used. He took me to his room and showed me a pile of hair on the floor. Hair that used to be on his head. He was so proud of himself and thought the whole thing was hilarious. No regrets whatsoever. I decided I need to step back for a minute and connect with Jesus so I left him in his room and walked back to the kitchen.

 Selah was making deviled eggs for her daddy. She is very good at that. She had broken one of the boiled eggs as she was peeling it though, so she was feeding it to her new puppy. Her new, not quite housetrained puppy. So I explained that probably wasn’t the best idea and as I’m going over that Jim Carrey Jr. pops back up in my kitchen and says “Look Mom, I cut it more!” I didn’t really think he could make it look worse, but trust me, he did. How did I not think to confiscate the scissors when I left his room? More deep breathing. My boy looks like this:

And again, he is still SO PROUD. He said “I cut my hair like a BOSS!” I’m thinking “Dude, have you seen your noggin? This is the opposite of a boss!”

 I didn’t say that out loud but at some point in all this he realized I wasn’t quite as thrilled as he was and he scooped a handful of his hair off the floor and said “Will you help me glue it back on?” I got so tickled at that and couldn’t stop laughing. But seriously, when he does things he doesn’t understand that they can’t easily be undone. 

We’ve had a long talk about how we don’t cut our own hair and how we go to the barber shop for that. Selah, who graciously offered to “even it up” herself, told him “Korban, you need a PROFESSIONAL!” 

Sister ain’t lying. He needs a professional. We are going to get his head buzzed this morning. Once he gets something on his mind he can’t let it go. He was still getting ahold of scissors and trying to cut his hair more last night. I had no idea we owned so many pairs of scissors. We apparently also need to own a safe to store them in. He also decided last night that since I wasn’t happy about the whole hair cutting business, he’d just fill in the bald spot himself. With a magic marker. I kid you not. 

I gotta at least give him credit for creative thinking on that one. And as one of my friends pointed out, he used two colors! Orange and green, maybe he’s getting ready for Halloween. Selah said he looked like a rock star and I thought about letting him rock this look until November. If y’all see me out and about with my kids looking any sort of way just pat me on the shoulder and pass me a coffee, please. 

My Easy Button Child

I say this with caution, because I don’t want it to seem like I am saying I love her more (I don’t) but Selah is a much easier child to raise than her brother. I can turn her loose in a playground without worrying she will run off or hurt another child. I don’t flinch when she raises her arm around me. She hit her milestones on point and communicates very well, which makes life a lot simpler. She’s gentle and compliant and wants to be helpful. And she’s also extremely funny and just a joy. 

My fear with her is that since she was so easy she would feel overlooked since Korban has so many needs. She doesn’t seem to feel that way, and we’ve tried really hard to make sure she has her own activities and we spend time just with her. That’s one of the main reason I homeschool her—so we will have a few hours out of the day just me and her. 

Selah always just seemed healthier and stronger than Korban did as a baby. She had her share of sickness like any child does, but nothing like what he went through. As he has gotten older his health has thankfully improved. He has primary immune deficiency, and required treatments for that until last year. He has been under close supervision from his immunologist, but his levels have stayed good and he hasn’t required additional treatments. 

Selah has actually been sick more than he has this year. A couple of months ago she was getting ready to go to her jiu jitsu class and she came and told me she didn’t want to go. Very unusual for her, because she loves jiu jitsu. I asked her why and she said her ear had just started hurting. Brad had to go to a board meeting that night so we decided he’d go early to take her to the urgent care clinic that was still open. We debated on taking her, but decided that she was probably getting an ear infection and didn’t want to put off having a dr check her. So they went on, and the dr said she definitely had an ear infection. Brad got her script filled and took her to his parents’ house while he went to his board meeting, which was just around the corner. They text him during his meeting saying she was inconsolable and they were worried. They never do that, and Selah is generally calm, even when she feels bad. Brad left immediately to go get her and found her screaming in pain. She was calm again by the time they got home but I figured I knew what happened. I looked at her ear and she had fluid and junk pouring out of it—her eardrum had ruptured. 

I took her to her regular dr the next day for confirmation. She even let me look at it. Selah’s eardrum was a raggedy hole. Ugh! We added ear drops and they scheduled her with the ENT. It was scary because it happened so fast. She went from perfectly fine, to “oh my ear hurts a little,” to screaming in pain as her eardrum ruptured all in a manner of hours. Her dr said it just happens that way some time. 

The ENT got her in quickly and said we’d just watch it, that they typically heal up on their own. Selah sighed and said “I’ve seen THREE doctors over this ONE ear!” Ha! We went back in a few weeks to the ENT for a recheck. Her eardrum was looking much better. The audiologist did a hearing screen, which she passed, so thankfully her hearing wasn’t damaged. 

The dr did say it was unusual for ear infections to persist in an older child. She had two sets of tubes when she was younger. He thought maybe it was allergy issues so he started her on Zyrtec. I explained about Korban’s immune issues and that during our genetic workup they found out I was a carrier for immune deficieny. He thought it would be best to have Selah tested so over the summer Brad took her to the local hospital and they drew some blood to check. She did not love that whole process. 

We went back to the ENT last week. Her ears looked great but the blood work showed that her iGA was low. He recommended we see an immunologist and referred her to the one Korban sees, whom we love. As it turned out, Korban was already scheduled for a checkup this week so they were able to add Selah on as a new patient and see both of them. Specialists hardly ever get somebody in that quickly so that was a big deal. Also, it’s about a 4 hour drive from our house so getting both kids seen the same day was a huge help. 

That all happened last Thursday. On Saturday night Selah said “My mouth hurts.”  I flipped my iPhone light on like a true Dr. Mama and shined it in her mouth. Her gum was all swollen up by one of her back teeth and looked red and painful. She said it had felt funny for a couple of days but it just started hurting. On Sunday Brad took her back to Express Care and got an antibiotic for her tooth, which was abscessed. I called her dentist first thing Monday and he wanted to see her on Thursday. They were able to do it at 9:00 in Oxford and then we would drive on to their immunology apt in Madison. 

Brad took off work to help and we all got up early and headed to Oxford. Brad, Korban and Jet went to get gas while I took Selah in to her dental apt. They wound up having to pull her poor tooth but she did really well. She cried a lot afterwards when the feeling came back. 

Look at that little face! I felt so bad for her. The dentist told me the roots broke off and he had to dig them out. When I was explaining this to Brad she overheard and said “What do you mean roots? I’m not a tree!” We cracked up. She settled down as we drove and was feeling much better by the time we got to Madison. 

We love our immunologist and the kids were glad to see him. He comes in carrying a basket of treats. Korban picked a water gun and so did Selah. I guess she figured she’d need to defend herself. 

Both kids did breathing tests. Korban couldn’t quite get the hang of it so we didn’t get test results for him. Selah did the test, took a breathing treatment, and then did the test again. She just needs a rescue inhaler because she wheezes when she gets exerted sometimes. Both kids also had to get blood drawn. Korban handles it like a pro now, which is probably a miracle. I can’t believe this is the same kid I used to have to sit on so they could get his IViG started. He went first to show Selah how it was done and she climbed up on the table beside him and held his hand. 

Isn’t that the sweetest? 

She was nervous for her blood work and cried a little. Brad asked if they had anything to numb it with and they had a cold spray. We called it “Elsa breath” and she thought that was hilarious. She didn’t want any of us to hold her hand while they drew her blood but she held her daddy’s elbow. She got her own style. 

We were there for several hours but the boys were quite chill. 

Selah was in a good mood despite all she’d been through. 

 After we finished the apt we went to eat at Chili’s. Selah had barely eaten anything all day but her mouth was feeling better and she ate really well. 

Obviously. 

We didn’t have time for a museum or anything fun, so I ran into Target to get them a treat off the clearance rack for being so good today.  I do love a good Target. I found this gem for Selah: 

No matter what kind of day you’re having, Star Wars always helps. 

She also got a squishy toy and a Little Mermaid fidget spinner. I got 0 pics of Korban’s happy, but he got tiny keychain flashlights which made him so happy he vibrated, a squishy ball he wasn’t impressed with, and a Funko Pop Supreme Leader Snoke that I scored for $2.48. Selah said he was ugly and Korban absolutely loved it. Yay for Target clearance! 

Selah’s a tough little cookie, animal expert, and the best sister ever. We should get our test results next week. Our little easy button could use your prayers and so could her big brother. 

For The Moments I Feel Faint

Korban started another school year (6th grade!!!) on Monday and is doing very well. He has a new teacher this year and new students in his class so I knew it would be an adjustment. He likes his new teacher a lot and one of the aides he is close to is still in his room so I’m very thankful for that. He was anxious to meet his new teacher at open house but once he met her he settled down and was excited to start school. 

Monday went well. I picked him up at 10:00 because we had therapy from 10:45-3 in Corinth and he’d done well and had a good day. Tuesday he was scheduled until 12:00 and was supposed to eat lunch in the cafeteria. That was a huge deal to us because he has not eaten lunch in the cafeteria since his kindergarten year, and it was a huge trigger for him then. Sometimes he would scream in the cafeteria, or act out, but a lot of the time he would hold it together until they got back to the room and then lash out at anyone and anything. He threw a chair across the room one day after lunch. It was major. So that was when things were so bad we did homebound for awhile and his teacher came to our house three days a week and the other two days I took him to the school and stayed with him while she worked with him one on one. We did that so he would still remember the school and be in a routine of going so that we could slowly build back up. 

Those were really hard times but the school really stuck with us and his teacher was amazing. He had his own little room at the school that we worked with him in and I remember one day he got really upset with little warning and suddenly turned and clawed my cheek so hard blood started running down my face. I was generally pretty good at being stoic but that day I burst into tears and ran and locked myself in the staff bathroom, leaving his teacher to deal with my screaming child. She handled it like a boss and still loves me so it’s all good. But until you’ve locked yourself in a bathroom at your kid’s school sobbing and bleeding you don’t know the struggle. (His teacher also knew this struggle. She got more than her share of scratches and bruises and somedays I would pick him up and wads of her hair would be in the trashcan from him pulling it out. It was a dark time.) 

I said all that to say, we’ve come a looooooong way since then, thankfully. We still have our struggles of course, and some days are harder than others but progress is a beautiful thing. When I went to pick Korban up Tuesday, the principal waved me into her office and was so genuinely excited because she had seen him in the cafeteria holding his tray and acting all calm and grown up. I could’ve cried. (But in a good way, not a lock myself in their bathroom kind of way.) 

I got him from the aide  and she said he did great. He ate his chicken quesadilla and asked her for another one. Ha! I had written a note explaining that it could go one of two ways—either he wouldn’t eat anything or he would eat it all and ask for more. I told them if the latter was the case to just tell him mom had more food at home. She told him just that and he was fine. He also ate his chips and salsa from his tray at school and drank his milk. And he ate again when he got home because he’s a hobbit. Brad said “We need to explain to him that the school cafeteria is NOT a buffet.” We’ve laughed so hard about how things have changed and how once he remembered they had food up in the school they may not be able to get him to do anything else.  

He did well at lunch on Wednesday too, although he didn’t eat very much. That’s definitely ok because it’s not like he’s malnourished or anything. He did get cranky with me when we were trying to leave because he wanted this pencil he had left in his room. He loves to sharpen pencils down to nubs and then hold onto them. I was trying to tell him to leave that in his classroom because he had one at home he’d brought from school the day before. He got pretty loud in the hallway but he finally settled down and left with me. On the way out he said “CAN I CUSS?” Dude, no. 🤦‍♀️😂 I told one of my friends about that and she laughed and said that might be her new motto. (For anyone who’s wondering, he knows exactly two cuss words that he periodically belts out and embarrasses the mess out of me, so at least he asked that time.) 

Today they contacted me to say he was really overstimulated and they weren’t sure he would do as well in the cafeteria so I made the decision to go on and get him. I want to set him up to succeed and not put too much on him. If he was already struggling, no sense in ruining a good thing. I told Brad the other day that I feel like we are constantly walking a tightrope between not holding him back and underestimating him  and pushing him too hard. But I feel like between the two of us we balance each other out fairly well and get fairly close to a happy medium. I hope so anyway. 

So I picked him up and he really was overstimulated. He was trying to wiggle out of his seatbelt and lay down in the backseat and just being wild. He kept aggravating Selah and being loud. I finally got him settled down and got both kids lunch and then finished up Selah’s schoolwork for the day. She had an appointment with her ENT at 2:00, and Korban was going to stay with his Mamaw while I took Sis to the dr. I had fixed myself a cheese quesadilla for lunch but let it sit on the stove and get cold while I finished lessons with Selah. I figured I better scarf it down before we left so I asked Selah to walk her dog Roxie in the back yard while I ate. 

I took my food out on the porch so I could hear them. Korban asked if he could walk with Selah and she said yes and I did too. He had calmed down considerably. They walked behind the house and I sat on the porch and munched my quesadilla. In a few minutes Selah rounded the corner and said “Mom, I think you need to come look at Korban.” 

I should mention that last week we had to have our septic tank replaced. So there was a lot of dirt in our backyard. It’s been pretty dry but we had a big rain this morning while Korban was at school. I wasn’t thinking about any of that when I turned the kids loose in the backyard. I was just thinking about lunch and getting on the road. I rounded the corner and saw this. 

Can someone make me a shirt with “CAN I CUSS?” printed on it? 😂😂😂

I made him strip down on the porch and then I gave him a good scrubbing in the tub. Even with that I still managed to drop him off (clean!) with his Mamaw and make it to Selah’s apt five minutes early, which is a miracle. I guess we got bath time out of the way early today. 

Today was a bit of a setback, but I’ve made it through much, much worse. The aggression and self harm was honestly the hardest thing we’ve ever dealt with and I’m so thankful that has been loads better the past year. His aide saw I was concerned today when I picked him up and said “Oh don’t worry, it wasn’t like it used to be.” Whew! I felt like I could breathe again. 

What some people don’t understand is sometimes you can work and work and work and still only make limited progress. It’s both exhausting and terrifying, to give your best and it not be good enough. He was diagnosed with autism at age 3 but he started therapies like OT and speech when he was two. He started getting ABA (behavioral therapy) when he was six through the school. Before that I drove him back and forth to Tupelo to the Autism Center for ABA several time a week for close to two years. We do prescription medicine and alternative treatments like supplements. We have a service dog. We work hard.

 

Just an example—Korban has this horrible, ear splitting scream he does when he’s upset. I’ve never heard anything like it. If you heard it out in public you would immediately notice and be alarmed. And he’s done it in public plenty of times. Six years we’ve worked on this behavior with his therapist. Six years of saying that if he had to scream he could scream in his room but no where else. Six years of trying to give him other ways to cope. And after six years, this summer he got upset while we were out and looked at me and said “Can I scream in my room when I get home?” I said sure and he went on and managed to stay composed. He’s done that several times since. Sometimes he is fine by the time he gets home and sometimes he does go to his room and scream. But either way, I applaud his self control. I don’t mean he’s only been doing this particular scream for the past six years. He’s done it since he was about 18 months. I just mean we had tried other things that the dr who diagnosed him recommended, such as ignoring it and waiting for him to stop the behavior. Never did any good and if you heard him do it you’d swear he was dying and not just angry that his favorite flashlight needed a new battery or something. I mean we’ve been dealing with that behavior for over a decade, but we finally got behavioral therapy six years ago when he started school and have been working with a behaviorist to help him find better coping skills since then. 

Setbacks are hard sometimes, but he’s doing well overall and I am so so thankful. Some days are gonna look like this: 

While other days look like this: 

But either way, it looks better than where we’ve been. 

Because I Love A Good Deal

I consider myself a very frugal person.  I mean, I kind of have to be. I stay at home with the kids because I love it and because we can’t afford to pay anybody to do all that I do, but I’m not bringing home an actual income. Brad works super hard but mental health workers in Mississippi aren’t exactly getting rich. But we have all that we need and a lot of the things we want, we just have to be careful. And we are pretty good at being careful. 

So today I ran in one of my favorite stores, Dirt Cheap. They had a rack of clothes for $1.00. Clothes for a dolla? Sign me up. So I found Selah a Minions dress, a Minecraft t-shirt that glows in the dark, and a Halloween shirt that says “I love candy,” for when that time comes. Korban got a Darth Vader t-shirt (and as a bonus he and I wear the same size shirt now, so I can steal it!) Also, I found myself two cute dresses. 

I love wearing dresses in the summer because you don’t have to match top and bottom, you just put one thing on and bam, you have an outfit! But mostly it’s just because it’s too hot in the South to wear pants. One of the dresses was actually long sleeved, so I don’t plan on wearing it right now, but I figured that once fall got here, I would be happy I had it and Selah’s Halloween shirt. Also, it was a size smaller that what I normally wear, but the waist wasn’t fitted at all so I figured for $1, what could go wrong? 

After I left Dirt Cheap, I went to meet Brad. He had taken the kids to therapy this morning and I had to get Selah from him to take to another apt while he took Korban to ABA (behavioral therapy.) When I met them, Brad saw the sack on the front seat and asked what it was. I told him clothes and he was all like “Don’t be getting crazy with the spending!” and I was like “Dude, seriously. Did you forget who you are talking to? That sack of clothes cost $6!” and he was all like “BUT STILL!” 

So anyway, I got Selah and took her on to her apt. I had a few minutes to kill while I was waiting on her to be finished so I ran in the library. Let me preface this by saying I’m honestly not much of a clothes and shoes shopper, but I’m pretty much obsessed with books. So I go in the library and wouldn’t you know, they’re having a book sale and there’s a sign saying “Fill a bag with books for $2!” So of course I’m like “Wow! I need a bag!” I was expecting like a small grocery store bag, and that would’ve still been a good deal. But no, the woman gave me a giant bag from (of all places, if you’ve read this blog) CRACKER BARREL! Brad’s wife is loose in the book sale with a Cracker Barrel sack. Best Monday ever! Here’s my bag of books: 

Isn’t it fabulous? I got 33 books for $2. 

Summer reading here I come! 

So then I pulled out the clothes and looked at them and the books and thought “I got all this crap for $8!” I showed Selah her new clothes, and she loved them. Brad and Korban were still at therapy, so it was just me and Selah at home. I decided I should try on my dresses. 

Now the fall dress looks like this: 

Perfectly innocuous looking dress, right? I pull it on and it fits. The shoulders feel a bit tight but all the buttons fasten with no problem and it feels fine and looks okay. I’m good to go—until I try to take it off. The shoulders are SO tight I don’t have enough wiggle room to take the dress off. So I call Selah to help. She’s not tall enough, so she stands in a chair and tries to help me pull it over my head. No luck, so then I try kneeling in the floor but she still can’t get the dress off of me. Being stuck inside clothes is the worst claustropic feeling so by this time I’m laughing hysterically and also totally certain I’m gonna die in this dress. I’m just hoping at this point that Brad’s next wife is frugal because he has no idea how much normal people pay for stuff and that she has better taste in clothes than I do. 

I had no idea how much longer it would be before the boys got home. Selah suggested cutting the dress of but I said “No! That would ruin it. I still want to wear it.” She said “Why would you want to get back IN it after you manage to get OUT of it?!? Which is a pretty solid point from the eight year old. She then asked if I wanted her to dial 911 but I noped out of that one real quick too. 

I did like the idea of calling for help though, so I called my mom instead of emergency services. She lives around the corner, which comes in handy in situations like this. I asked if she was busy. She said no, so I told her I was going to come over and show her something. I loaded Selah into the car (I can move fine in this dress as long as it doesn’t involve raising my arms above my head) and we head out to my moms. Selah offered her services and asked if I wanted her to use my phone to video while Nana got me out of the dress. Yet again, my answer was a big NO! 

We went in my moms and I said “Hey look, I got a new dress!” It was pretty obvious it was new because I hadn’t even bothered to cut the tags off of it yet. I explained that it cost $1 and “It even has POCKETS!” (Dresses with pockets are the best. Except for when you get stuck in them.) Honestly my mom didn’t even think anything about me showing up at her door with a new dress with pockets and the tags still on it, because I’m really random like that but then Selah was like “Yeah, she’s stuck in it.” And my mom yanked the dress over my head and saved me just as soon as she got done laughing. 

In hindsight, maybe cheap dresses aren’t always a great deal unless they are exactly your size. Even if they do have pockets. But I have to say I’m very glad I didn’t try it on in the store. No one at Dirt Cheap gets paid enough to bust me out of a dress I’m stuck in. Maybe my shoulders will shrink by this fall. My thoughts and prayers go out to everyone shopping for summer clothes.