We haven't sold our house yet. We've shown it 24 times in 2 weeks and have heard some feedback indicating that the people who are the most interested are also feeling a bit sheepish about a certain aspect of our floors, even though the structure that is our foundation appears to be in fine shape. Without getting into the details, let me just say that it has made for an emotional roller coaster, and we've been on that ride for nearly 3 years anyway and are ready to see it END.
Ethan has to start school on August 18 if he's to attend the class at St. Rita. The world will not end if he is not there next year, I know this, but my hopes have been building on it for so long that I fear what will happen to me if this doesn't come together.
Somehow in the midst of the chaos Ethan has decided to experiment with a defiant and explosive personality. In my usual coping style I've been reading a book called The Explosive Child and have sufficiently worked myself into a neurotic frenzy over his cognitive abilities to problem solve situations. I've learned a lot of useful information from the book, but I have little faith that any of the suggestions will actually work with Ethan. The communication barrier is coming into play in significant ways now and a huge part of the problems we see are due to his lack of language skills.
I know he is also just a 2 year old and is in many ways just a typical little boy. It's not helpful though when I'm getting head butted in the face or bitten and kicked. At one time I would have been really embarrassed by the looks we get when he acts this way publicly, but now I just want to scream out to people for help. This kid is really teaching me a thing or two about my own patience threshold and ability to deal with stress.
Wish me luck, I'm going to need it.
I've developed google reader phobia (thanks for the term slouchy) and have not been able to visit or comment on your sites. I'm certainly thinking of you though.