Disabled siblings are not always the bomb

living with an active bomb that can explode with or without warning affects a person.

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*actual size of bomb sibling represents.

Keaton, Rosy, and Ella have lived their entire lives with this.

last night, the hubby and i decided to try a date night.

5 minutes after arriving, i get a marco polo from rosy asking if the stain had always been on my comforter, or if she needed to take it to the wash.

the stain? poop.

the culprit? emma.

the answer? no, that is an old stain from the last time emma got into her poop and used my bed as a tissue.

the result? rosy wiped, bathed, and dressed emma. all within 30 minutes of us leaving. (emma is 20)

not exactly the way a 15 year old wants to spend her saturday night.

1 hour into our date, we get a phone call.

“the internet just went down.” rosy said on the other end.

active bomb just went on high alert.

“we are coming now.” i said. we immediately got up, and ran from the restaurant. we were only 10 minutes away.

phone rings again.

“ben hurt keaton, we got him into his room.” rosy called.

“do not let him out until we get there.” i said. “you are doing amazing and have handled this perfectly.”

we have ben’s room set up as a safe room. safe for him and safe for us. it locks from the outside.

when we got home, keaton had already gotten the internet back up and running, ben was still in his room, and Mark and I were taking over.

keaton, rosy, and ella, knowing the routine, got me the gear needed to protect me for deactivating the bomb named ben.

leather jacket, leather gloves, batting helmet, catcher shin guards (ella puts these on me while i get the rest of the stuff on.)

Mark gets ben’s meds together, and we go release the bomb.

emma came running upstairs with shorts, shirt, and flip flops ready to hit the road. unfortunately, it was snowing and the attire was not good for a get-away.

it took all of us to talk her down and get her to stop hitting herself.

1 hour later, the bomb is defused. this is the third time this week we were on defcon 10.

“when this is happening, i just keep thinking ‘there is no way my friends can even understand what happens in our house’. “rosy said.

“i think the same thing.” ella said.

it turns out, 30 minutes after we were gone, keaton had to wipe ben after he pooped. (keats is 22, ben is 19)

the life of a sibling with disabled siblings, is not glamorous.

i know life is not easy for my kids that are not disabled. i know it has made it so they have a hard time connecting to kids at school. it has aged them before they should be aged. it has made them view life differently. they have fun with their group of friends, but they are not the giggly, care-free kids i wish they could be.

i wish they did not see bruises or scratches on me.

i wish they did not have to cry when things are at their worst.

i wish the panic attacks i see happening to rosy when things get bad, did not happen.

i wish i could take every single hurt they experience away.

until then, i think i am absolutely the luckiest mom to have some ridiculously amazing kids.

who, i am certain, could work on any bomb squad unit.


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what’s hard vs what’s easy

easy: eating an entire package of chocolate covered graham cracker cookies.

hard: feeling bad about it.


hard: telling yourself it is a good idea to get out of bed in the morning knowing that it just groundhog day all over again.

easy: remembering how much i hated groundhog day.


easy: convincing everyone cereal is a nutritious dinner, so are microwaved frozen taquitos.

hard: planning a decent dinner when pinterest lies to you 90% of the time about just how ‘easy and fun’ those ideas are.


easy: when everyone and everything in your life at the moment is going well. no one is in jail. no one requires medical attention. no one is in the principal’s office. everyone is fed. the house is even cleaned. so good, that i am personally calling the United Nations to tell them i really can fix all the problems in the world good.

hard: reality hits.


easy: just give up and refer to the first easy listed in this post. you earned it. pretend life does not exist beyond your bed. pretend that you don’t have to deal with the general population seeing your children as so disabled, that they don’t get to have a say in the very basic choices in their lives. oh wait, that is their father (rude). pretend that your 18 year old, who has had months of absolute fantastic behaviors, suddenly regresses that past three weeks culminating in him head-butting you so hard in the pizza factory parking lot that you got to hear your nose cracking. i personally loved the parking lot setting, very outsiders, stay golden pony boy.

hard: getting out of bed and still walking that sexy walk every single day. so to anyone out there working the hard part, get out and get your sassy on, but first refer to the first easy listed on this post, consume, then go get the sassy on.


labeling, it’s not just for cans of soup.

i have children that have disabilities. so what? i am one of millions.

i have children who are labeled because of these disabilities. that does not get to go into the category of ‘so what.’ they are not a product.

they are rather unique. summer-fun-091 they have to be, this is an actual picture of the hubby.

i feel like i do a good job treating them as individuals, not labeling them or boxing them into areas that i feel they will do the best because of their disabilities.

this week, my son was hospitalized with onset type 1 diabetes. we were fortunate to catch this very early as benjamin is what i call a ‘free range urinator.’ meaning, he does not feel the overwhelming need to make sure all urine is in the toilet bowl. because of the free spirited peeing, i was able to notice his urine was becoming increasingly like cleaning up sugar water.

as we were heading over to the emergency room, my first thought was “there is no way we are going to be able to do this, he will not be able to handle the shots, he will have multiple melt downs, his life just got so much harder.”

basically, i pictured this the rest of our lives, multiple times a day. wwe after taking 5 people to hold him down just to do a finger prick, i felt my psychic abilities were spot on peering into the future for benjamin. but then he surprised us all, with the help of some valium to start.

benjamin is a rock star about taking shots, he astounded us all.

he even let his blood be drawn, and that is basically like Jesus raising the dead.

i had thought, judged, labeled, and had him wrapped for delivery before we had even started. gift i’m proud of that kid; proud that he can still show me what an idiot i can still be.

a pony boy update

as mentioned yesterday, ben’s pencil box may have been the cause for his rocky start to the school year.

well, it looks like we have found the ying for his yang.



at least that is what his note from his teacher said yesterday.

no incidents and plenty of zen.

hello yoga, where have you been all my life?

pencil box=violence

ben has had a rocky start to school.

one peer tutor bit.

one peer tutor hit.

one teacher hit, two days in a row.

these have been isolated instances. he seems to like the once a day approach as to not use all his moves too soon.

i would much rather prefer his moves stay on his body.

i can’t help but wonder if it is the pencil box he picked out for school that has brought out this bad boy persona.


i did not know they made a pencil box with spikes.

who does he think he is? pony boy?


i thought we were evening out the tough guy pencil box when he picked the super mario toothbrush for his hygiene kit at school.


the teeth marks on the peer tutor’s hand tell me i am mistaken in this assumption.

welcome to school year 2014/15.

a trip to la la land

the bi-annual cleaning of ben’s teeth occurred today.

why bi-annual you ask? 

because when ben goes for a teeth cleaning, an anesthesiologist is required to make this magic happen. and he happens to have my teeth, which means he is missing enough to make gaps that insure no plague will build up anytime soon which allows more time in between cleanings. yay for genetically bad teeth.

as with all trips down la la land lane, ben needed more help than the average size individual. the nice doctor felt that one valium would be enough to put him in a calm, dazed state in which one can easily manipulate him.


“this dude needs a lot.” the doctor said. “is he done growing?”


unfortunately for ben, the underestimation of valium led to the definite estimation of a shot right into his arm to take him out.

“whoa!” ben started when the inkling of realization dawned on him that the shot was indeed intended for his body.

the following quotes were heard by my daughter, who was sitting in the waiting room waiting, which is a rather prudent use of a waiting room.

“i wish, i wish……..this is going to be massive…….i wish.” ben kept saying. i don’t know if he thought the shot was going to be massive or his wish was going to be massive.

“THEY’RE COMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!”



with the valium, shot, and happy gas going, ben was still able to put up a fight when the actual i.v. was going in and he was still able to read the movie list and pick a movie to watch. poor thing did not know that in 5 minutes he was about to be knocked forcefully by heavy duty drugs into la la land.

“this is a strong kid.” the dr. said while trying to hold ben’s arm, and this was ben in slow-mo.

on the upside of the whole la la land adventure, ticket for one, ben did not once call me ursula mom.




this first day of school required some bubbly

em and ben have gone back to school, and, once again, high school will never be the same.

they both have new teachers, which makes me a nervous nelly since 1) emma does not talk and 2) ben, although communicated his wants and needs rather well, cannot sit and tell me about his day.


when i picked them up at the end of the day, ben was struggling. the end of the day is when his anxiety kicks into high gear because he is suddenly very sure that i will not make it to pick him up.

when i got there, he was sweating through all his clothes, face flushed, and ready to fight.

then he saw me, and all anxiety left him. this kid knows how to make a mom feel wanted.

em, on the other hand, was coolness in a 5’2″ package of awesomeness.


i took them to the local market to pick out a treat to celebrate survival of the start of school year 2014/15 where ben immediately picked out the following:






i was able to talk him down from the mountain dew to a sprite, and the mega pack of jerky to a small pack of jerky, but he refused to budge from the mega bag of popcorn.

i guess the first day of school required some serious drinking and eating to get over.