What this post isn't about

I'm reeeeeally trying to focus on the positive here, so let me begin by telling you what this post WON'T be about:

I won't be talking about how I've had to stop the (now dubbed) "drug from hell" because of a horrific rash that has sprouted up over most of my body.

And I won't tell you that even though I stopped the drug three days ago, the rash remains and the itching is driving me insane.

And you won't hear me bitch about how there isn't anything I can do to combat the itching because the only thing I can take (benedryl) could dry up what's left of my milk.

You certainly won't hear about how I even agreed to getting a cortisone shot in my ass to try to get some relief.

And I won't share how it didn't even help and all I was left with was a pain in my ass.

And I'll try to keep quiet about the appointment we had with a speech therapist for Mattias yesterday. And how quick she was to dx him with Sensory Integration Disorder based on some very preliminary testing. Or how my Mommy Radar is screaming, "bullshit" so loud and so clear about this stupid dx that I want to drive back to the hospital and slap this stupid therapist for adding one more log to the pile o' crap that has because my life lately.

That last one deserves a post of it's own.

I'm not going to tell you that as we were driving home from the appointment yesterday, some bad weather was approaching, and all I wanted was to get the kids inside before the hail hit. Of course, about 30 seconds before we get home, hail the size of quarters starts pelting our car.

And I'll shut up about how, when we got home, I needed to nurse Mattias because he was starving. And wouldn't you know it, the bloody tornado sirens started going off.

Instead I'll tell you that we met with Elise's pre-school teacher yesterday for a progress report and as well as saying Elise was "a little ray of sunshine", the teacher raved about how well Elise is doing. Even though she's in with older kids, she is holding her own and even excelling. I loved hearing that her sweet, helpful personality continues when I'm not watching, and that she has made many friends at her school.

I, too, am blown away by how she has blossomed.

And as an added bonus, I'll throw in this pretty picture of the dexcom from a few nights ago... 12 hours off flat-lined bliss.

***It was brought to my attention that sometimes I sound like I'm going off the deep end when I write these rant-like posts. And though I may be touched in the head, I mostly write these posts to get it off my chest, as well as make you laugh about the craziness that is my life. I try to write these with a sense of humour and hope it comes across that way.

Until the next crisis, my friends!