Just a bump-ma, Dana. All hopes things smooth out and go forward.
extreme hyperfocus is a characteristic of some types of AD/HD.
::nods:: Two things I could let StY do that would give me a break from watching him every.damn.minute were A. bathtub. We timed him one day, and he stayed in there, playing with his toys, for two and a half hours. And probably would still be there if I hadn't let out the long-gone-cold water and made him get out.
And B. Modeling clay. Pre-walking, he would take paper from the wastebaskets if we were foolish enough not to empty them immediately, chew it to paste and make recognizeable objects out of his chewed papier mache. So we bought him Play-doh, suitable for eating. But soon switched him to actual modeling clay, as he *never* ate it, and the texture was much more satisfying.
I put a piece of shower curtain down on the kitchen floor and gave him toy baking pans, molds, and tools, wooden thread spools, Fisher Price little people, and other oddments, and he spent literal *hours* creating things, happy as clams. It was the place where I knew where he was and what he was doing, and he was *happy*. It became a reward he had to earn, though, and stopped being a refuge for him when things got overwhelming and his behavior deteriorated. In hindsight, that was a bad call.
He's never done anything with that particular talent as an adult, which is somewhat disappointing.
Or the old reliable what-goes-bad-first algorithm.
That's how I decided to make quiche Monday (the cream was rapidly approaching its "best by" date, we had leftover grape tomatoes from Easter's salad, and leftover quinoa cooked in vegetable broth [which is EXCELLENT in quiche, BTW]). Basically, it was a clean-out-the-fridge quiche.
Yikes, Dana. Good luck, I hope it's just a little bump and not a derailment.
ita, I do think there's nothing wrong with cereal at 11. One of the advantages of living alone is that I can make a meal out of cold cereal or a whole roasted cauliflower, and there's nobody else here to judge me about it.
Hmm, I really need to get moving. I need to go to the post office and pick up my paycheck (the direct deposit didn't work and they overnighted it) and go to the bank and then go visit with my dad and work on his health insurance, and groom my muddy dog... But it's so comfortable here on the couch.
If things don't work out, I suspect the husband and I will be having a serious talk about dumping this realtor. It's not her fault the house has taken so long to sell, but there's other stuff about her that bugs. Like the fact that we specifically asked this week "should we be worried?" and she was all "Oh, no, no reason to worry."
a whole roasted cauliflower
Ever since I started making roasted cauliflower (I put smoked paprika on it -- SO GOOD), I want to eat it every day.
Ugh Dana, fingers crossed that it's just a bump as Suzi says.
I am with Steph on the somber palate rather than all black for funerals. I wore a black sweater and a grey/teal skirt for my sister's funeral.
My DH has amazing powers of hyperfocus. I suspect that he and his daughter both have the inattentive type ADHD.
(I put smoked paprika on it -- SO GOOD)
Ooh, good call. I have a ton of paprika that I got as a thank you gift last year, and I need to start using it before it expires.
And just for fun, MIL is having another surgery today, related to an infection that's hampering her chemo. Obviously, this sucks much worse for her, and is in no way comparable to us not being able to sell a house that we're lucky enough to afford.
But today still sucks.
