the blog of a disabled mother who likes to game, and "get in the pit"
I was picking up some of James’ medications yesterday afternoon and had to use the restroom, so I brought him into the restroom with me which is what I do whenever I have to use the restroom in public as it keeps James safe from attempting to elope. He doesn’t mind me doing this since it’s all he’s known, but we don’t exactly live in the best state for this even though his disabilities are obvious… I can not wait for us to move.
James is awaiting an evaluation to get back into it now that the kids have had a bit of a break that they really benefited from, and I think I have to ask Jason’s doctor (who still sees him as his pediatrician due to Jason’s developmental needs and disabilities) for another referral to be sent over to the boys’ therapy clinic.
From there, that blocks off two days of the week that we will be so busy we can not schedule anything on.
I’ve been dealing with a stalker situation through the court system.
I wish I could say that it was going better than it was, but it seems that every person I talk to or submit information from has something completely different to say, and I don’t want to waste my time getting in front of a judge if I don’t have everything lined up the way it needs to be lined up. I’ll be seeing the county judge about this (a new one, and someone I haven’t personally dealt with yet) later on this month and I hope it goes better than I’m expecting it to since I can be a bit of a pessimist when it comes to all of these things.
