…and the rest is history

Well, maybe I’m not weaving and dodging enough.  I was hit by rubber bands twice during class today–and worse, I didn’t notice.  Why must the perpetrator be so honest?  Seriously, I hate doing it, but I had to give the “if this keeps up, I’ll be dusting off the broom” speech that I’ll be elaborating on more tomorrow as they take their new seats…seats that face straight forward instead of inward.  Oh, well.

Tonight, I was reminded of what a good man I married.  He tidied up the garage, washed the living room and kitchen floors and cleaned up the kitchen, and all spaces ranged from reasonably messy to horribly pigstyish. In addition, he helped me take J’s changing table/dresser combo down to the basement and bring up my old dresser for J’s room so that I could find room for the five billion loads of laundry I had sitting on the basement floor spilling out of baskets and tubs.

And guess what…he didn’t even complain.  Seriously, I love this man.

Tomorrow’s an important day–we’re having someone stop by to do an evaluation on J’s development, and I hate for people to see what hell it can really look like around here when we don’t have time to clean on the weekend.  J’s probably fine, by the way, but it never hurts to have an eval done.  He seems like bright, well-adjusted boy, but since I’m his mama, I think he’s the smartest thing ever to cross my path. However, there’s a little something in his history that might have put him at risk for some delays, and its recommended that children in his situation get eval’ed. If he does qualify for services, which I seriously doubt, at least we’ll have started early.  If not, I’ll have someone else’s affirmation of what I already know–my little man is brilliant, funny and sweet.

Wish J luck :)