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Welcome to my journal.
It's about my life, my feelings and my family with 6 children.
The twinsgirls of 10: Yinti and Djenné.
Nyo (14, autistic), Thami (15, dyslectic and ADHD), Lars (17), Stef (20 ADD and Asperger), and their father (PDD-Nos, autistic traits).
This blog is not written to offend, but it's a way to vent.
I'm allowed to. I'm managing a nuthouse. LOL!
You can find the tributes
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tuesday 12 sept
The weather today is far too hot and humid.
It's almost tropical.
I planned to sit in the garden in a proper way...for the first time this summer.
But... no!
Someone, somewhere, menured the land...
Ughhh
Yinti went to schoolcamp yesterday after the dentist fixed her tooth.
She was just in time to leave with the group, so Stef could stay at home untill school began.
I told her a few days ago that complaining about homesickness is only a way to manipulate others.
She knows...
But yesterday she called to say goodnight to Djenné...
That little lady gets things done others never manage...
Yesterday morning I wrote another 9-11 tribute and then jumped in during the evening when it turned out that blogs were on the list without a tribute posted.
Checked sites untill 5 a.m.
The alarm went of at 7.30, so I could hurry everyone to school.
I have now checked about 800 pages.
I'm sure this spontaneous 2996 initiative will have a gigantic memorial next year.
This year a lot was accomplished, but it started a bit too late.
Many people are working now to get tributes up for every victim.
Not just a few lines, but a good profile, in case information is available on internet.
This morning I received a gift from Sessan.
Such a beautiful ornament for the dollshouse. Something I only dreamed about, but never thought I would be able to have for my dollshouse.
I was lost for words when she asked my adres and explained why, I'm lost for words even more now.
Thanks Sessan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Got a mail this morning from the organisation where I have to apply for an indication for a place to live.
He wants to learn to live on his own but he needs loads of guidance.
He's got Asperger and ADD. If something needs to be done by him, I need almost to force him to do it.
I can ask something, he says OK, and when he turns his head he's forgotten it.
So everything costs loads of energy. Getting him chance clothes, take a shower...everything.
I feel good about him wanting to live on his own, but only of it's in a protected environment, with support available around the clock.
There are about 8 places available in town... that means he has to wait at least 1,5 to 2 years.
sunday 10 sept
Yinti came home with a broken front tooth.
The restoration part came off when she had a sweet. (Thanks Jim).
Some time ago she'd fallen badly and had almost a quarter of the tooth broke off.
The dentist with weekendduty is in another town.
It's clear they think all people have a car nowadays.
And probably she won't be helped, even when they go there by buss, travelling for over an hour. She has no pain.
So after considering all the options.. we decided Jim will go tomorrow morning with her to the dentist and ask if it can be repaired immediately.
If they do, she can be just in time before the group leaves for schoolcamp.
Otherwise Stef has to take her. He has a morning off.
Got a mail from a fellow bagpipe-pupil.
Next saturday is an exam.
well, I haven't even touched the last song, and it's very difficult. So I won't make it in time.
Maybe I should just stop.
I can't live up to the expectations just because there's so much else to do.
And that hip is interfearing with it too. It's either pain or a painkiller that messes up the movement of my fingers.
So keep your fingers crossed next week will be far more boring than last week, or lest stressfull, just a choice of words. So I can practice without pain and don't be a fool next saturday.
Another option is leaving the lessons and guide myself through them.
I can do that, no problem. It'll take more time. But I have learned to play most instruments by myself.
Problem is that I will miss the band so tremendously.
I won't miss my competitive collegue though.
She's buying things and showing them off in such a way... it feels like an old fashioned orange press. You know what I mean?
I try to react the way I always do: be pleased for her that she has bought something she likes.
But I feel she's looking for more... jealousy.
Sorry, I have been living all my life from just a little bit of money, it would be a 24 hoursjob to be jealous.
But there are moments... moments I wish I would have a bag of money and surprise them all with a full hostess outfit. Like
here, witg full stole and, with a jabot blouse like here
Well, a lassie is allowed to dream a wee bit.
The weather was nice, so one load of laundry is almost dry.
Tomorrow it will be hot.
We first have to get Yinti seen at the dentist and have her in time at school for schoolcamp.
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