Sunday morning bath time, mommy quiet time

My daughters recovery is going well. All post-op visits are infection free and no further retinal tears. She is home with me as she recovers and homeschooling is going OK. I still get riled up over the math homework but I am incorporating my "old fashioned math" so she will have some skills without a calculator.


We are also home schooling for her First Communion as she is skipping CCD while recovering.

As a product of a Catholic education and the daily Mass and daily religion, I'm saddened I can't give her this Catholic experience and I want her to feel a closeness to God but also a connection with a faith. I am one of those people who thinks a faith benefits a life and I want everyone to feel Gods love. But I also think the Catholic faith is the authentic church; as failed as it's members are.

I know the Catholic faith will continue. If the Catholic Church had to sell off everything and begin again to restore it self, it would. Evil will not destroy it.

OK, back to my daughter. Hubby and I decided we wanted to keep both of he kids in public school so they wouldn't be separated. If GL needs special ed and he Catholic school can' provide it, then they both will go to public school and we will bring our faith to them.

Speaking of GL, we were weaning the Abilify and hoping the Concerta was enough;sadly we were wrong. His level of aggression and anger was getting uncontrollable. We will just have to deal with he metabolic effects.

When I write this blog I always think I'm talking with another parent of a RAD child and not just a random reader. Without the experience of living with a child with RAD, it is nearly impossible to understand our life.

The looks we get in stores when my 9 year old son walks up to a perfect stranger mom and hugs her and lovingly looks at her. The rage and destruction he saves for his family.

Last night I made a great GL meal (he is a carnivore). Pork chops, mashed potatoes, snap peas;all home made with love. As we sat down and after prayers he turned to me and said this meal is "poop". Of course I calmly told him to go to his room. After dinner, when I brought him out and he was hungry I told him to help himself as I will not serve "poop" to the son I love so much. He piled all the food on the plate and ate up every bit of it.

He has also been doing a lot of art lately, unfortunately it is on his walls and with his own feces. Yes, we buy bleach in bulk and yes, he is the one who cleans it up. And thank you to who ever invented the magic eraser, it removes sharpie and crayons from any wall.

All in all, hubby is busy with his new job and I'll return to nursing as soon as my Family Medical Leave is ended in April. BTW: school is going well. Count down, 5 semesters left and I'll finish grad school. Shhhhh! Don't tell hubby I'm thinking of finishing my doctorate. They need some conservatives in nursing health care leadership.