a blended life

Did I forget to mention that I got some uncool blood tests back? That showed massive inflammation and a likely autoimmune disease? And that I have to wait until new insurance kicks in to get more help? Jacob thinks it's lupus. How fitting that he worked at a rheumatology clinic last year and knows all about treatments and whatnot. I'm going to the clinic this week and will hopefully get some answers.  I'm not ready to talk about my mother in law's visit yet. Better that we don't discuss it now or I'll be up all night writing speeches in my head. If you'd like an idea of what it's like to be around her, do a google search of 'adult female aspergers.'  Leah had a lovely birthday-- she earned a trip to Six Flags for being one of the top ten seventh graders in academics and behavior. (In NYC public schools, behavior is meticulously tracked and recorded. And rewarded.) The trip was on her birthday, so she came home later than normal. We had a laid bac...

Why aren't six word stories more of a thing? Some of us don't like to prattle on and on. We need six words to sum up and get the point across. For example: Regarding a miserable shopping attempt in midtown Manhattan today: Hot trash Sweaty tourists Blowing everywhere.  Regarding my health and some blood  tests that showed possible autoimmune disease: Blood work explains Nothing and everything Regarding the fact that we STILL don't know if Brian will have the girls for a month this summer (which I hope they don't): Biological dad still can't pay expenses.  Regarding Lucy: Teething busybody, please start walking already.  You know, I guess it takes more than six words since I had to overexplain afterall. Fine.  A memory that keeps popping in my head: Sometime last year, in Vancouver. I'm talking to my dad about Elder Cristofferson's Mormon message about the currant bush that gets cut into a stub. I lamely lament that I've been cut into a stub, since at the...

Or: Carrie Never Faileth To Be A Charity Case Tonight at a youth activity, Leah got teased for having a mom that has had so many problems this year. The girl comes from a family that is notorious for causing problems. They give us all kinds of grief in Primary so I wasn't super shocked. She felt terrible. I feel terrible. It's reached a point where I don't want to mention anything to anyone. I just want to quietly disappear and not be the problem child anymore. Or better yet, go back to a place in time where I had friendships I could maintain, callings I could easily do, hobbies (what!) and where everyday wasn't a fight to get to the end of it without some big fallout.  And I'd like the bishop to stop calling me Job.