PT-LawMom

I can’t sleep. Keep having bad dreams. Pumpkinhead is having a hard time at school (again – this same thing happened at Montessori) and has to go get evaluated by a child psychiatrist this Friday for either giftedness or ADHD or both. He’s reading at an 8 year-old level but can’t stop yelling or keep his hands to himself. Argh. The evaluation means more time off of work for me (I’m so impressive these days) and possible medication for Pumpkinhead. I’m trying to just take things as they come and chill. But I’m worried. So I’ve been alternately drowning my Mommy Worry in liquor, loud music or sex. Someone’s enjoying that, but, fuck it all, stress is extremely anti-Bow Chicka Bow Wow.

Whine, whine, whine. Yes, life could be worse. I read a really sad blog tonight by a man whose wife’s post-childbirth pulmonary embolism left him a single father. Made me cry. So I know I’m lucky and trying to be grateful for all the blessings in my life. I just wish I could catch a break right now. Every note home or call from the teacher is like a stab in my eye with a rusty icepick. And the fact that I want to just sob in Blue Eyes’ arms instead of melting in them is extraordinarily frustrating. The man is probably going to want to go find a drama-free chick fairly soon. Ugh, life! I need to pick up my gratitude journal and work on finding the positive.