Anyways, one might think that I would handle it well when I sent Travis to pick up Waylon's hygiene supplies for school, and he came home with this:
WHAT THE WHAT
The school supply list said "deodorant" (which I already object to, because my sweet little mama's boy smells as delightful as the lavender Johnson & Johnson's that I still bathe him in) NOT DEGREE FOR MEN. Cripes.
I did not handle it well.
Perhaps Travis was caught in the crossfire of all the feelings I have been feeling these past few weeks.
I have been feeling a little bit stressed over a rather large therapy bill from the summer, and I have been feeling a little pissed at the insurance company for not paying it. I have been feeling a bit confused about how to decipher CPT codes and EOBs, and I have been feeling a bit like screaming-bloody-murder at the poor little insurance customer service lady because insurance companies are stupid and life is hard and MY HUSBAND BOUGHT DEGREE FOR MEN FOR MY EIGHT YEAR OLD.
I have been feeling pretty nervous that the clock is ticking and he is eight and he hasn't miraculously recovered yet. I have been feeling a little sad that Waylon's class handbook said they will be working on life skills and participating in the Special Olympics this year- things that I should be feeling excited about, but am just not ready to swallow. I have been feeling hopeful about the boatloads of {hella expensive} progress he's made this summer. When I say, "What's your name?" and he says "Way-yun" I feel like jumping out of my pants with excitement. When I got the text from his new teacher with his first teacher/Waylon selfie of the school year (because he is the cutest {and apparently best smelling} kid in class, you know), I was feeling so so so proud. And when I was trying to post this freaking adorable picture on facebook but I couldn't because MY FACE WAS WET (see first line... "I am not typically an overly emotional person." LIE.) <--- see what I did there- It's a boldfaced lie. hehehe
I was feeling like melting into a big puddle of mom love.
Did you really look at that picture? Look at it. These kids are so in love with each other. Gahhhhhhhh. Mom love.
When I clean up my wet face and shut up about the deodorant thing and really take a look at my life,
I feel like the luckiest mom on the whole entire planet.
Even though MY HUSBAND BOUGHT DEGREE FOR MEN FOR MY EIGHT YEAR OLD.
Cripes.
