So yesterday's post was serious and heart wrenching for me to write, but needed to be done for the start of our journey.. so today I am going to lighten it up- How to explain Evan? He is sweet yet sour, compassionate but quick tempered, witty yet whiny, speaks his mind (have noooo idea where he got that from) and is just a generally loving child- I think a lot of FA kids have so much compassion for all areas/aspects of life...
So I guess the funniest incident of this OIT journey was when I went to mix his dose for home- we get little condiment cups with pre-measured peanut flour that we are to mix with 1-2 tsps. of applesauce- So I had been nervous about it but done it for a bit and was good, had my system down and all...
Yeah, well about a week or so in my husband was actually home for a dose, and he was "watching" me mix and bam it went all over the counter (already mixed and all)- so damn irritated I banished him from room.
Well last week Evan had some friends over and they wanted to see how it was done, so my dumb ass said "sure, come in kitchen and watch"- so I had tapped the top of cup and sides and got all the peanut flour loose and was about to mix applesauce and somehow the cup went flying and now I had peanut flour all over my kitchen... I panicked- locked dogs in kennel so they couldn't track it around my house, banished all 3 boys to shower (one at a time) and cleaned every surface and mopped my kitchen then took all FOUR dogs for a bath- yeah I know y'all are thinking "don't you feed him that" YES, but any extra that he is exposed to is still dangerous... so my husband gets home and I immediately tell him what happened and how all four dogs were under my feet and we need a new house or kitchen because one entrance is too big for a baby gate- his response was " Well, maybe if you wouldn't scream "dose" to our child like he is a dog and then give the dogs the remainder of the applesauce there wouldn't be confusion".. Yeah, I hate when he makes sense- it rarely happens in my opinion but the fact I couldn't respond, because I guess the dogs have mistaken "dose" for "treat"- I didn't really speak to him the rest of the night- did I mention I hate when he makes sense... LOL
other incident... I have a potty mouth- I can admit it- it makes me feel better- don't judge- so the first consult trip happened to coincide with tropical storm.. oh yeah, some fun weather for us- Evan is on this swear jar kick and every time I swore, he would then tell me I owed it.. I wanted to strangle him- so a few weeks ago, I turned the tables- I told him fine then I was starting a disrespect jar and every time he sassed me, back talked, rolled his eyes or was just rude in general he owed that jar a quarter, so, then we went into the whole "its not fair, blah blah blah" then he responded with "you kiss your son with that mouth"... OH MY
I am still waiting on DCF to be called- he tells Sylvia, Dr. Nash's nurse, when we went for our fist up dose that I mixed alcohol with juice (have no memory of how this conversation was even started), I was just flabbergasted- ONE, I really don't drink but maybe once a year- I don't have time... and when I do, Evan isn't even around and I mix Crystal light, water and watermelon vodka (wonder how many of y'all are going to try this now? It is really good) - then when I was trying to have a conversation with Sylvia he screams something about "take that sucker" while playing a video game so I hollered "Evan" he looks at Sylvia and was like "yeah, ask her what comes out of her mouth daily" I seriously think I died right there.. I wasn't getting on to him for the "sucker" it was the loudness of his voice while I was trying to carry on a conversation.. RUDE! So I gave that "look" to him and he went all serious and says "Please don't beat me to a pulp"- Yep, because I frequently take time out of my day to beat him, when he is gonna do it again and again... OMG- pain in the ass I tell ya...
Now, about that swear jar.. I got a free pass this last trip, and it was a rough trip- we decided (Evan) to pull up my google maps app and give me a new route when we got into NC- yeah, the scenic route it was, complete with 20 MPH roads, and nothing in sight, no stores, no gas stations, but I could seriously see my murder happening in this place.. CREEPY, then my damn cruise control wouldn't work on the way home and I was cussing.. quite creatively I guess because Evan gave me 6 free pass for creativity.. at one point when I was yelling at my husband about my cruise control, and he was telling me " Honey, I can't do anything right now, when you get home we will get it fixed" and that was soooooo not the right response and then followed with "what do you want me to do?"- well guess what my response was- " I want to you to fix the damn thing now, it is pissing me off and if I get a ticket because I cannot set my speed then I don't want to hear a f***ing thing out of your mouth..."- Evan reached over and took the phone and told his dad "yeah, this swear jar, I need that money for the years of therapy I am going to need from riding in the car with this woman"...
So, I will say while it has been a hard road getting to OIT, I am thankful for it for so many reasons.. FIRST is securing a long, healthy future for my child, and SECOND all the quality time this pre-teen and I get to spend together... LOL
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