When two people love each other very, very much..they make a baby. Or two.

I know I have been MIA again lately, but..nothing. I have no excuses. Well, I have one..sort of. I intended on this being a light-hearted and somewhat humorous blog (which is why the last post is gone..too much dramaz!), and the truth is: I don't think I'm all that funny that often. Others tend to agree. In fact, my younger sister told me that the first time my dad read this blog, he said something along the lines of, "Huh. I didn't know she could be funny." Thanks, dad.

Annnnyway, I have a lot on my plate right now. Some of it is so top secret that my husband won't let me even talk about it yet. If those who knew me did not know that I wrote this, it wouldn't matter. BUT, I have friends who know and like to use my name when leaving comments or writing on the facebook wall. Thanks, guys! ;) Now that I have gone off on another ADHD tangent, I'll try to get back to what I was saying.

Ahem. I have a lot on my plate right now. I know they say that opposites attract, but that isn't always the case. It isn't in MY case. Aside from politics (SO not going there), my husband and I are pretty similar. We have a similar sense of humor, we like the same music, we were raised with most of the same values..I could go on. We also both suffered from anxiety as children (I still do) and both have pretty severe cases of ADHD. Apparently, when two people like us procreate, they end up with one child with such severe anxiety that she no longer wants to leave the house, and another who will ask you the same question 152 times and still say "What?" each time you answer with the exact same answer..all because there is something shiny in his peripheral prohibiting him from processing that answer.

Right now, the only time The Samurai's issue is REALLY difficult for me to deal with, is when I tell him to go pee after catching him doing the I Need To Potty dance and he comes back soaking wet because, on the way to the bathroom,  he turned into Spiderman and his spidey-sense led him to another room where he had to hurry and defeat some bad guys before he turned into a transformer and had to save the world from a tyrannosaurus rex and OH, LOOK..shiny object!!!

My Sugar Boog's anxiety is a bit more troubling. It is awful for her and, pretty much, for the rest of us, too. Even if it didn't feel like a knife through my heart every time I had to watch her shake, scream, and cry in fear, it would still be difficult. If I don't put her in the cart when we are shopping, she holds onto my jacket or pants so tight that it's hard to move. If I do put her in the cart, she has a meltdown anytime my hands are not on the cart..even if I am staring at her. Do you know how hard it is to shop without being able to remove your hands from the cart? It is Pretty. Damned. Hard. She constantly reminds me that I "have 2 little children and you might lose them if you don't hold onto the buggy!" Thank you, Sugar. I almost forgot that I spent months in agonizing pain before delivering each of you. She can't help it, though. She says she knows I would never lose her, but she can't make her brain stop thinking that I will. Oddly, while that really doesn't make sense, I know exactly what she means. So, yeah, right now, her main fear is--getting lost. Her other fears: being locked in the car or other small areas (like bathroom stalls), being left at home by herself, and lastly--she is terrified that one of her parents will be put in jail. Reading that, you are probably wondering what the hell kind of parents we are to cause her to worry about those things. Really, it's nothing we have done. She has never been lost (she has thought she was, when we were actually standing no more than a foot behind her), I have never locked her in the car or left her there alone, I have never left her home alone, and I've never even gotten a speeding or other traffic violation citation before! I've never even been pulled over for a busted tail light or anything. While I'm not 100% sure where her other fears originated, I DO actually know where her fear of police putting her parents in jail comes from. She told me. It came from "that baby show you were watching where those parents went to jail" (DON'T JUDGE ME!). F#CKING JENELLE AND KIEFFER!! It's my fault. I shouldn't have been watching my guilty-pleasure show in front of the kids. I tried to turn it off, but Sugar wanted to look at the babies. I didn't know this would be the outcome. /facepalm

Sugar hasn't had any major episodes like this is a long time. It has probably been at least 4-6 months.This one is by far the most crippling. She just doesn't want to leave the house, nor does she want anyone else to leave the house. She tells me bye, that she loves me, and reminds me to pick her up 538 times before she will walk into the school each morning and her teachers say she recently started having meltdowns there. Tuesday, she had 4-5 inconsolable meltdowns while there. Makes me really want to pull her out of school. It's just pre-k anyway, right? Anyway, right now, she is at my mom's. They had their Christmas get together with my grandmother yesterday and I didn't want them to have to miss it just because I did. I was terribly worried about how she would do, but she is doing surprisingly well. My mom says the only meltdowns she has are when they are in the car. She doesn't want my mom to get out until Sugar is unbuckled--so she can ensure that she will not be left in the car.

We have an appointment with a psychiatrist at the end of January. I made sure to be put on the call list in case of any spots opening sooner due to cancellations. Until then, I am instructed to pretty much do what I can, within reason, to appease her. If she doesn't want to leave to have a playdate at her friend's house, she doesn't have to. If she doesn't want to accompany me to the grocery store and another option is available (staying with her father), we will go with the other option. We'll do this until we are told otherwise (IF they tell us otherwise) at her psychiatrist appointment. It might be a long road, but we are going to do everything we can before resorting to medications. In the end, though, if medication is needed to make my sweet girl feel safe and not constantly terrified, medication it is. I just want her to feel safe and secure again!

Alright, enough rambling, too little cleaning. My house is a disaster and I'm about to go all Cracked-Out 50's Housewife Who Also Suffers From OCD on this bitch. It needs it. Bad.


P.S.
I just realized that I thanked people a lot in this post. Ha! Guess I was feeling thankful. I'm so nice.