Sunday Snapshots – After the Storm Pt. 2

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NYC (2)Continuing with the storm pictures from a couple of weeks ago. Most of these are from the local park, along with a couple of my never-ending cloud pictures.

What? I have a thing for clouds.

Anyway, onto the lot of them.

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Fluffy.
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Bark.
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Water at the side of the road.
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Sun Breaching the Clouds.
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Is it Water or Sand? Take a Guess.
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Bridge Over Troubled Water.
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That’s Not A Bird On That Wire.
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And that’s it for this week!  More to come next week…considering I get my camera back out 😀


by Sarah Cass

Multi-published author. Mom of 3 special needs kids. Wife to 1 good man.
Redefining Perfect every day.


Becoming My Father

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Growing up, I always knew I’d become my mom. It ran in the family, after all. She was turning into Grandma, and I favored her over my dad, so it stood to reason I’d turn into her.

I never expected to become my dad.

My family had a tendency toward vacations that were road trips. My dad has a bit of a nomadic side to him, so I think those road trips really helped ease that need to go, go, go.

My dad was also a control freak.

I remember half-teasing that he had a tendency to plan our vacations down to the minute.

Trips to Disney. To California. Hockey tournaments. Busch Gardens. The Henry Ford Museum.

Everything was thoroughly researched and plans made that we weren’t allowed to deviate from.

It was intense vacationing.

I swore I’d never do that.

And I haven’t…

Exactly…

0721151350When the word came down that Denver’s original wish was going to be a no-go, I knew what that meant.

A return to Disney World (his backup wish).

This time we’d have the experience of last year (and the handful of missteps we made, rides we missed, etc.) to guide us…

Which meant planning was going to happen.

Turns out the teen is as much my dad, if not more, than I am. We’ve gathered books (these are just two of the 6 we have), watched every single Disney special on TV we could find, and I got the free Disney vacation DVD. We’ve written down what we missed that we want to see, and things we saw we want to do again. Denver has even located a map w/ approximate walking times between attractions (seriously).

I’ve made meal reservations (we sort of flubbed this last time), and Denver’s plans are revolving around those times and the parks we’ve mutually agreed we want to visit each of our three days.

Since he’s been gone most of the summer we haven’t gotten down to nitty gritty, and I’m still insisting on complete flexibility (not minute-by-minute) in our planning because things happen, and my dad is ill, and my mom has a horrific back (they are going w/ did I mention that?)–so flexibility is key…but we are going in with some plans this year.

It’s oddly soothing.

Just don’t tell my dad I said that.


by Sarah Cass

Multi-published author. Mom of 3 special needs kids. Wife to 1 good man.
Redefining Perfect every day.


The Rough Summer – Friday Feels

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modelMolly had a stellar year at school this year. Top notch, best on record.

Her grades were through the roof awesome, she jumped ahead in math and managed to get an angle on language arts and push forward.

Life was pretty good.

Then, came the end of that.

Fresh off the bus on the last day of school the first thing she said was, “I want to go back to school.”

See, Molly doesn’t handle change well at all.

She doesn’t handle the loss of a routine well.

So despite the leaps and bounds made during the school year, we have had a very difficult summer.

Molly is struggling.

Not sleeping on several occasions (like, at all).

Behavioral issues, despite taking her medicine nearly every day.

Anger, silence, uncontrollable laughing.

Enough to concern us.

And enough to make us look forward to the start of school in a few weeks.

I hate seeing her struggle and not knowing what to do for her.

I can only hope that the return to a routine and school, where she loves to be, will bring her back into focus.

Now if I could just get over the fact that she’s going into middle school….

Friday

 


by Sarah Cass

Multi-published author. Mom of 3 special needs kids. Wife to 1 good man.
Redefining Perfect every day.