For the next 7 weeks summer has arrived in good old AZ. Ok not really Summer vacation is only 7 weeks. Summer last until the first couple of weeks in October.
In those 7 weeks we have more places to go, doctors to see and friends to be with than we have during the school year. June is already packed tight and I am still trying to squeeze things in. After 3 years I am finally getting my shoulder checked out and hopefully fix. My son is going to see a shrink for his anxiety because we have tried everything else and nothing seems to be working.
Trust me when I have say. “I have tried it all!”
Sleep overs with friends, weddings to attend, birthday parties that need to be celebrated and lets not forget the need for sleep in there. Ohh I almost forgot Fathers Day.
Every day something is going on. Mostly fun things like swimming, museums, bookstore and reading. Ahh yes reading. My 5 year old who is heading into kindergarten is reading. While we are struggling to blend sounds she is reading and working hard so she will be able to read like her older sister.
Friday and Saturday will be 110-115 and my oldest is going to Cub camp. I told my oldest he has to take, a water bottle, squirt bottle, and lots of sunscreen. He wasn’t excited for sunscreen and told me NO. I told him than you can’t blame me for skin cancer that will cause you nose to fall off. He didn’t believe me so I had him call his uncle who told him the skin cancer almost caused his nose to fall off. (Not that extreme but he did have a hole in his nose the size of a nickel)
Hey whatever it takes to make my oldest to wear sunscreen.
Two months on Vyvanse and life has been so different. I still struggle with eating, and my temper but I can deal with life so much better. Lots more laughs (unless Migraine) less yelling, cleaner house (For me!) Things get done every single day. I love it!
My phone has alarms to remind me to each breakfast lunch and dinner as well as the snack in between to keep my calories up while I am running around and swimming. Lots of swimming at my father in laws and friends home.
As my husband said “Its like Night and Day. She is happy, enjoying life and is Heidi. The Heidi I knew that was locked up inside and couldn’t get out.”
He told me I am a positive person and understands why so many people ask for my thoughts opinions and help. (I decided not to ask him my anxiety train of thoughts that went that statement.)
My 3 year old has decided he loves his diapers and honestly fighting a 3 year old to potty train who thinks he is 2. Isn’t fun, (No matter how many times you tell him he is 3) Its not worth the power struggle until he is ready. I just will tell him he can’t do certain things because he is in a diaper. NO shaming just he can’t go to certain activities unless potty trained.
Even my thoughts are everywhere because that is what I feel like.
The loves sounds of my children are fighting to time to see what happened.