Creating my future, one miracle at a time

I remember back in January I was going to keep track of all the books I read this year. Somehow I've not been doing that. Not that I've read anything worth listing. Murder mysteries, etc. Probably some of the best stuff I've read this year has been fan fiction.

I've got to cut back somewhere. It's all good stuff, and I love doing it, but I'm strung out a bit thin. But what to trim? I'm to the point of having to consider cutting one of the fun or rewarding things. I've already tried giving up all the ucky stuff I'd give up at the least excuse. I tried giving up cooking and laundry, but it didn't create enough free space, and Mark thought I no longer loved him. So I'm doing the laundry again. Cooking I'm still stalling about. And I do almost no cleaning. I hired a young girl to come in once a week. It helps, but not enough.

So what's going to go? The work for the Autism Society is definitely the most time consuming, and not the most predictable. I get caught on the phone, or yesterday someone stopped in to pick up something and stayed for an hour asking me questions and for advice. But I love it. And I'm making a difference in people's lives. Schooling Thomas takes almost no time now. Being online and reading fanfic is simply NOT on the table. Working at the Homeschool is also very rewarding, and keeps me around young people. And a great many of my friends are there. I don't know.

Another crazy, busy day.  But good. 

Woke up late for mine and Thomas's doctor (psychpro) appts, got there late for mine, but really early for his, and she just sees us at the same time really, anyway, so it was okay, we were still both done before the next patient was there.  She's just monitoring meds really, anyway.  I've had better and worse depression for 25 years now, and it's really really under control, the government and Blue Cross just won't let me prescribe without that medical license... alas....  And basically the same with Thomas.  I go in and tell her what's going on (anxiety-wise, there is no drug for autism) and she and I decide what to keep or change.  But she's one of the better medpros I've known (and I've known more than a few dozens). She treats me like I have a brain, and the right to make decisions about my own body, and trusts me to know myself and be honest and aware about myself.  She keeps me up on new drugs/articles/clinical experiences she's come across and together we decide what applies.  I respect her, because she respects me.  Same with Thomas.  She sees at least 10, maybe 15 patients a day.  I have only Thomas.  I am an expert on Thomas.  And on Autism.  And she uses that resource.  Unlike many many doctors who must always be not just right, but omnipotent.  Yes, I meant to be ranting about medpros at 3AM.

The monthly Asperger's mom's support group luncheon (something I didn't start out in charge of, but somehow have gotten to be) went well. Nobody new, but a good group of ladies with things to ask and things to offer.  Our token dad, Tyler was there, and he always makes the lunches more interesting.  Actually, counting Thomas (my Aspie) there were three men there.  I convinced Mark to meet us there for the first time.  He ate, and left before anyone else so he could get back to he office, but it was nice to have him there, and have him hear other parents talk.  And good to prove to a couple of the ladies that I really do have a husband and didn't just make him up.  He never comes to anything.  There are women I've known for years in that circle, and also through homeschooling, that have never met him.

After lunch, somehow Thomas and I found ourselves at Books-a-Million.  Don't know.  One minute we were driving home, the next we're standing there with books in our little hands.  I really must get back to my Booksaholics Anonymous meetings.  I'm a charter member, with permanent gold club status.  I still have a pile of maybe 12 books that my mother passed on to me from the last time I was home, and some others I've bought that I sill haven't read, and all the unread fanfic out there....

Also Mat was here this afternoon/evening, in town from UAB.  He hung out, and ate supper with us, then Rhiannon came and picked him up to take him back to her parent's house for the evening.  They'll go back to Birmingham tomorrow.  They don't spend the night here.  I'm disappointed, but I understand. and Mark doesn't want them to -- the whole seriously Catholic thing.  So they stay over at the cool parents house.  Ah well

So now, I guess I'm unwound enough from the day to go to sleep.  I just have to have time just to myself, in the quiet, everyday.  And mostly that doesn't happen until everyone's gone to bed.