Another Clogged Toilet

The kids bathroom toilet clogged again the other night.  This is the same bathroom the Lego piece was found in roughly 6 months ago.  We thought Steven just used too much toilet paper cuz it would work then not work and we didn't know.  I had looked around the bathroom to see if I detected anything was missing but couldn't quite put my finger on what was off.  Waalaa!  Steve pulled the toothpaste out of it this morning.  Strange I didn't notice toothpaste was missing, right?  I placed it on the counter earlier to throw it out & thought I had.  Not sure if it was Mitchell or Grace who is guilty, no one's talking.

A Poem

The Misunderstood Child
A poem about children with hidden disabilities
by Kathy Winters
I am the child that looks healthy and fine. I was born with ten fingers and
toes. But something is different, somewhere in my mind, And what it is,
nobody knows.
I am the child that struggles in school, Though they say that I'm perfectly
smart. They tell me I'm lazy -- can learn if I try -- But I don't seem to know
where to start.
I am the child that won't wear the clothes Which hurt me or bother my
feet. I dread sudden noises, can't handle most smells, And tastes -- there
are few foods I'll eat.
I am the child that can't catch the ball And runs with an awkward gait. I am
the one chosen last on the team And I cringe as I stand there and wait.
I am the child with whom no one will play -- The one that gets bullied and
teased. I try to fit in and I want to be liked, But nothing I do seems to
please.
I am the child that tantrums and freaks Over things that seem petty and
trite. You'll never know how I panic inside, When I'm lost in my anger and
fright.
I am the child that fidgets and squirms Though I'm told to sit still and be
good. Do you think that I choose to be out of control? Don't you know that I
would if I could?
I am the child with the broken heart Though I act like I don't really
care. Perhaps there's a reason God made me this way -- Some message
he sent me to share.
For I am the child that needs to be loved And accepted and valued too. I
am the child that is misunderstood. I am different - but look just like you.

Overnight

No routine is the routine in our house. It's bad I know but it's the way we roll at Casa Ivey. Grace has something against sleeping in a bed, any bed, so she sleeps on the floor at the foot of our bed. She used to sleep on the little Elmo couch, then it was Dora, but she has outgrown them so the floor it is. We are slowly making the transition to her bedroom which she shares with Caroline and she should be moved in by the time Caroline heads to college. Every night grace wakes sometime between midnight & 5 am yelling about something in her sleep and screams to go downstairs. I just want her to be quiet & not wake everyone up (mainly Mitchell) so I do what I am told. We spend the rest of yhe sleeping hours On the couch. Anyhow the point is she screams about something that has gone on during the day. Last night she yelled "no Caca that's my pizza", the night before it was "no Mitchell don't take my french fries". Clearly her days are very stressful and she has nighares about them. My mom was her last night & told me Caroline took the last slice of pizza for dinner & Grace was mad. I'm sure tonight it will be the frequently used " Mitchell don't take my juice, come back here." Hope everyone else has a good nights sleep.