ADHDefg, Mary had a twinkle little star.

First I'd like to point out that pretty much any song or thing you say is hilarious if you sing it to the tune of Mary Had A Little Lamb.

Old McDonald had a farm
had a farm
had a farm
Old McDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-O

The cat is always at the end of Chris's bed to greet me when I'm standing there waiting for him to crawl into the top bunk. And now I sing her this song.

Hello kitty, How are you?
How are you?
How are you?
Are you going to sleep with Chris?
And lay upon his face
  
Gigantopuppy is in cuz it's really cold outside. He needs to chill out. No pun intended.

Here's more of the Old McDonald/Little Lamb song.. because it's stuck in my head.

And on his farm he had a cow
had a cow
had a cow
On his farm he had a cow
And his cow said MOO
....

I started this like a week ago. There's just been too much going on that required mental energy lately. I will get to my point eventually though. Probably.

Zac: "They're talking about my lawn furniture."

Me: "No, I believe they said "mom's lawn furniture"."

Zac: "Why would you need lawn furniture? You never go outside."

Me: "Well in theory if I was to be out on the lawn, I would prefer there to be furniture out there."
....
I can't seem to get this finished. I know when I started it I had a long spiel about my feelings on ADHD.. but since then I've come to realize that I'm not upset after all. The person who made the comments is simply in no position to judge anyone's parenting choices.

What I do have to say is this..

I do not drug my son to control him and get him to behave. I provide him with a carefully doctor controlled medication that allows him to have the option of controlling his own mind and senses.

He is not stoned and depressed all the time. Anyone who is around him can see that.
He is thriving.

To those of you who support our decision, Thank you.

To those of you who do not, out of concern for my child, I appreciate that.

To those who disagree simply to be vindictive and hurtful, Suck it. 
....
I am totally sitting here avoiding cleaning my living room. I started, and then lost steam about 40 seconds in.

I've got to get the chair and table moved back to the other side of the room, so I can recline my recliner again since I have to try to sleep in it. I'm considering clearing off the love seat and trying to scrunch on that, but I don't know. It's very short. And very piled with stuff that has no home.

I just saw a commercial for a Barbie with a dog that poops.. And she's equipped with a pooper scooper.. Eww.
....
It's like a month later. My computer broke, and getting on Zac's takes effort. It's a given that I don't have any of that.

Chris asked to stay up later last night.. so he could keep cleaning.

Time for some fun..

Things you will find in my bathrooms:

• Pliers
• Broom
• Giant Metal Cooking Pot
• Stuffed Seal
• Caulking Gun
• Package Of Screws
• Empty Beer Can That No One Has Bothered To Bring To The Kitchen (left from when they installed the new toilet a year or two ago. Yeah, I don't know)
• 3 Fly Swatters
• Sunglasses
• Stephanie & Asher Coozie
• Handcuffs
• Basketball
• Remote

Wow, it is like a million and a half degrees in here. Ick.

I've decided that my family is not capable of turning the pantry light off.

Does anyone want a broken TV?

Today is my Mom-In-Law's birthday. Happy Birthday Laura!

I wonder if Zac is willing to downsize our DVD collection. We don't have any room to store them.

I just turned off the heat and opened the door to cool it off in here. It's snowing. But barely.
Don't judge.

I've got to get rid of more books too. It's house-purge time again. Now that I'm not driving to town like every night, I'm hoping to get some stuff accomplished. It sounds good in theory, right? Today I told Zac that the only praise I need for cleaning is for him to acknowledge that he can tell I did something.

I really should probably do something today. I showered though. That counts.

I was just looking at my wall. I'm noticing "improvements" Chris added that I didn't really pay attention to before, and I can't recall how long they've been there. He screwed a cork board to it, and then there's a big black trash bag tacked up about shoulder high by the door.

Also he took the game systems out of the entertainment shelf and replaced them with a package of baby wipes and some robot instructions. Handy.

Sometimes I'd just like to crawl inside his brain, and see what's really going on in there.

So hmm... It's gotta be hauling laundry to mom's, hanging out and enjoying a free supper.. Or staying home and cleaning, so the Sear's guy can come fix our dryer so I can do it at home again.

Our internet needs fixed too. I think we might need a new router.

Is tax money here yet?

It's not cooling off in here. I think I have a fever.

Zac always leaves his phone unattended. To punish him (for not having it at his side at ALL TIMES.. I mean, what if I need to text him while he's in the bathroom?) I like to change his wallpaper. Usually to entertaining pictures of him, or just random disturbing images. It amuses me. It does not amuse him.  Today I opted not to mess with the wallpaper though because he's been asking me nicely to "knock it the hell off". I just changed the language to Spanish. It was just as satisfying.

Speaking of phones. I was looking at mine and the alarm went off. It scared the ever living snot outta me.

So I guess that's my cue to get off the computer and prepare for Chris's arrival.

Laters.