The Destructo Duo

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Once upon a time I would explain it away. “Ones a sensory seeker…” of course… “Well she’s just egging on her sister to get her in trouble.” Then again… “She knows it’s wrong and does it anyway.” I think Erik would be happy if I just faced facts… These two would be best known as “The Destructo Duo”. No matter the toy… The book… The bed… Whether they love it like no other… Or could care less… Whether it’s theirs… Or ours… Or something as old as myself that has stood the test of time… They break it. We’ve tried everything to curb the habit. Threats. Cajoling. Pleading. Nothing seems to work. My Barbies? Lasted for twenty years until I gave them up thinking I’d not have any girls (oops). Theirs?  We’ve lost 2 to beheading’s, 4 to lost limbs, and 2 to horrifying hair situations. The Monster High dolls are a blessing because they separate, but go back together easily. Toys I grew up with that made it through me, and then Denver…now long gone because they weren’t spared the wrath of the crazies. We just don’t know what to do anymore. I’d hoped it would get better as they’ve aged…and in some ways it has. Books are a little more cared for now. I guess I should be happy for that battle won… Maybe I will be… At least until I find the next beheaded Barbie. *~* Any tips on curbing the destruction? I’m out of ideas. Yes, they share a room. No, there is NO hope for a playroom. TINY house, lots of people…we make do with what we’ve got. Read more »


by Sarah Cass

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


One foot in Front of the Other

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The past two weeks have been overwhelming. It’s been one thing after another. Denver got sick. My dad’s Parkinson’s has reared its ugly head something fierce. Denver’s teenage life blew up into all sorts of drama. Husband had some big decisions to make at work, and the end result was the exact opposite that we’d been hoping for over the past few years. I think my head might have exploded at one point. I’ve been short tempered. I’ve slept too much to cope. I haven’t eaten enough. I’ve only eaten crap. I haven’t written a word. But I’m still here. I’m hoping this is the other side of hell week(s). I’m putting one foot in front of the other. Trying not to make a sound. Trying to remember that positive side of me and find that silver lining. Trying to not reawaken the dragon. Because life doesn’t wait for you to cross the tight rope. It keeps going on. And so will I.   Read more »


by Sarah Cass

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


Overwhelmed

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There are minutes. Hours. Days. When it’s all too much. When everything hits at once and I just want to collapse. Cry. Crawl in a hole. Run. One child with autism – now on ADHD meds. Two with CF. One of those that’s currently ill – and facing possible hospitalization for the second time in a year. One of those that also has behavioral issues that make me wonder just how to handle it all with her. A dad with Parkinson’s…which is rapidly growing worse. A mom I want to help, but am clueless as to how. A brother I haven’t spoken to in 2 years, with whom I’m now making baby steps to repair that relationship. Finances. A new job I never wanted, but needed to get. A surgery to “Fix” a problem…that didn’t work at all, and might have made it worse. The list goes on. And on. And I forget how to breathe. I forget which way is up. But I move on. I continue on every day as I have every day. Eventually I remember how to breathe. My brain remembers how to process. I find solid ground again. Today I’m upside down. Tonight sleep won’t be easy. But maybe tomorrow… Tomorrow will be better. Read more »


by Sarah Cass

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