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punchdrunkmom
Hey, what's going on? I'm Megan. I'm sometimes cool, always tired, often halfway through a bottle of cabernet.
Interests: Yoga, wine, PDD, kids, sensory issues, speech delay, OT, ADD, ODD, did I mention yoga ad wine?
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If you’ve heard me talk about my two children, you have probably heard me say that my hard one, the one with autism, is actually my easy one. That hasn’t always been the case, of course, but it is right now. Kai submits to chores with almost no protest, whereas... Continue reading
Posted Nov 30, 2017 at punchdrunkmom
Kai has never really been able to participate in after-school activities like soccer or baseball for two reasons: the first is that he is terrible at activities like soccer and baseball, and the second is that our nonstop therapy schedule made it impossible. His neurologist was always after me to... Continue reading
Posted Sep 8, 2016 at punchdrunkmom
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If you know Kai, you know that he likes dinosaurs. If you REALLY know Kai, you know that the spinosaurus had a double row of teeth and snacked on sharks and was SWIMMING DINOSAUR and not a marine reptile and I should do some more research before I say incorrect... Continue reading
Posted Aug 23, 2016 at punchdrunkmom
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Seriously, you guys, if I had a nickel for every time someone said, “Mrs. Judy, I need to have a word with you about Kai,” and then sat me down to gravely list the series of horrible things my son did during camp/school/whatever I’d be like ::: Science camp started... Continue reading
Posted Aug 4, 2016 at punchdrunkmom
This post is continued from yesterday. I called the camp director, Jenny, from the car, identifying myself as Kai’s mom. “What can you tell me about today?” I asked. “Oh, yeah we had an incident where Kai bit someone, an eleven-year-old.” She said it with an air of incredulousness, the... Continue reading
Posted Aug 2, 2016 at punchdrunkmom
Kai’s been going to the same Park District day camp for four years. It’s close, it’s cheap, and we’ve always had a great experience. The first year, I dropped him off on the first day with a, “He has autism, ‘kthanksbye!” and ran out the door to do whatever it... Continue reading
Posted Aug 1, 2016 at punchdrunkmom
Kai’s longtime occupational therapist, Emily, made a suggestion last spring that it might be time to think about winding down. She said she was running out of goals for him. Emily has been seeing Kai since he was two. She came to our house when Kai qualified for Early Intervention.... Continue reading
Posted Jul 26, 2016 at punchdrunkmom
Kai’s teacher has been making references to the fact that Kai is “getting older,” by which she means he is beginning to make some changes, these changes being primarily a marked increase in sullen defiance and a tendency toward eye-rolling. He ripped up his paper in health class right in... Continue reading
Posted Jul 8, 2016 at punchdrunkmom
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There is nothing more torturous to me than a school report. Maybe I’ll feel differently when I have a kid with a report due who gives even a mouse-sized shit about said report, but that is not my current status. No, my current status is that Kai I had a... Continue reading
Posted Jun 1, 2016 at punchdrunkmom
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On Monday morning, I reminded Kai that he was not to call his classmate, Michael, fat. He’d had a pretty good run, announcing that he hadn’t used the “F” word each day of the previous week, but then on Friday, he’d slipped up. “What is going to happen to you... Continue reading
Posted Mar 23, 2016 at punchdrunkmom
I got a call on Friday while I was at work. It was Kai’s vision therapist, telling me that she’d consulted with our eye doctor and Kai was done with his therapy. I knew that we were going to be winding down. At Kai’s last appointment, I myself had watched... Continue reading
Posted Mar 22, 2016 at punchdrunkmom
On Tuesday, Kai’s aide, Dalila, told me that Kai called another kid, one I'll call Michael, fat. This would not be the first time Kai had done this. He can’t remember his classmates' names, and one time he was told to line up behind a certain girl. The other kids... Continue reading
Posted Mar 10, 2016 at punchdrunkmom
The kids have been playing this game on the iPad called Dumb Ways to Die. It’s kind of a cute game, if a game about dying in dumb ways is cute. It’s about not setting your hair on fire or selling your kidneys on the internet. Which, you know, yeah.... Continue reading
Posted Jan 4, 2016 at punchdrunkmom
I told you on Monday that I got a note from Kai’s teacher. The note was in the form of Kai’s home-school journal, a notebook that is supposed to go back and forth between home and school (sorry if that was super-obvious) and let me know what’s going on with... Continue reading
Posted Dec 9, 2015 at punchdrunkmom
Kai has had more trouble than usual falling asleep since the beginning of December. This, I suspect, is a combo platter of the medicine we give him becoming less effective (this happens eventually with all of his sleep meds), and anticipation of Christmas. As a result, he’s driving everyone nuts—not... Continue reading
Posted Dec 7, 2015 at punchdrunkmom
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I walked into puppy class feeling disheveled, knowing that I hadn’t looked in a mirror for hours. I also realized I had to pee, and couldn’t remember the last time I’d done that, either. I didn’t want to be there because there were about a million other things I could... Continue reading
Posted Sep 25, 2015 at punchdrunkmom
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I think I mentioned that Kai is, so far this year, kicking third grade’s ass. Not only did he grow an inch, but he seems to have shaken off the torpor of late summer to find himself engaged and motivated. I would like to say that this is due to... Continue reading
Posted Sep 18, 2015 at punchdrunkmom
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Oh, hey, how’s it going? How was the start to your school year? Please pardon me while I have this wine IV set up so I can tell you about ours. ::: I don’t write much about the special ed process. And by that I mean that I don’t write... Continue reading
Posted Sep 16, 2015 at punchdrunkmom
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I dropped the children off for their first day of school yesterday, after what I think might have been the longest summer ever. It wasn’t long in the sense that I was sick of them, though the thought of being able to run an errand without hustling and cajoling two... Continue reading
Posted Sep 9, 2015 at punchdrunkmom
A few weeks ago, Kai’s OT, Emily, asked me why Kai was rolling his head from side to side. I watched him for a moment and saw what she was talking about—every minute or so, Kai would swing his head to one side and then the other, like you might... Continue reading
Posted Sep 4, 2015 at punchdrunkmom
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Kai has been talking about getting a new dog for what seems like years. “Can Elliott have a puppy?” he would ask, a question absurd on so many levels that I didn’t even know where to begin to answer. I mean, aside from the fact that Elliott was a boy,... Continue reading
Posted Jul 31, 2015 at punchdrunkmom
Yesterday I asked Kai what he was saying that Shelby heard the other night, what woke her up and prompted her to come outside. “I was calling your name,” he said. “Megan?” “No. I was calling for you, for Mommy.” I’ve been trying to tease details out of Kai about... Continue reading
Posted Jul 28, 2015 at punchdrunkmom
Scott’s phone rang, and sound began to intertwine with my dreams. When he answered it, Scott’s voice, talking to whoever was on the other line, wound itself into the narrative, and in my dream the caller became one of Scott’s former clients, a guy for whom the word “boundary” was... Continue reading
Posted Jul 24, 2015 at punchdrunkmom
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Among Kai’s most baffling challenges is his complete inability to find things. I don’t mean like the person who can never find her keys or sunglasses (guilty), but his inability to even organize a search. If you lose your keys, you probably look in a series of likely spots, as... Continue reading
Posted Jun 3, 2015 at punchdrunkmom
On the Friday before Easter, Kai and Ryan and I went for a playdate at the house of a classmate of Ryan's. The kids were going to dye Easter eggs. There was another family there, and I was apprehensive about how this would all be for Kai until I discovered... Continue reading
Posted May 19, 2015 at punchdrunkmom