Manic Mondays (You In?)

I have been wanting to post about Mondays for a while now. They tend to creep up on us, trying their best to smash all our hopes and dreams of blissful organization, and punctual school schedules. They rudely scream insults into our quiet time.

I am on to you, Monday. You're the evil sock villain, who scatters dirty laundry all over my was-clean-on-Friday house.

The nerve. 

I swear, Monday gobbled up my last ice cream bar.

Not cool, Monday, not cool.

But there is another reason why I have been wanting to post about Mondays. You see, I have this feeling that I am not alone. That there is a whole lot of other moms out there, gathering socks, and craving ice cream bars (with white chocolate and pecans).


Let me back up a bit. This is starting to sound a bit...manic.



Tourette's, coupled with ADHD. Asperger's, with accompanying hurdles.
These are a part of our home school make-up. They are commonly called "labels." Things we are supposed to talk quietly and discreetly about (hush-hush). We wouldn't want to disrupt the perfect order of the universe by exposing the fact that our kiddos, OUR HOME SCHOOLED KIDDOS, are struggling with *gasp* "imperfections" too! These are not shameful things. They are worth merit. These are valuable pieces of our children that we should hold delicately; yet firmly. We should lift our chins high KNOWING that these labels are not what define our children, but are a vital part of their very being. A portion of their story, which is still being written. Poetry.

Our children are BEAUTIFULLY made!

What has this got to do with Monday?

If you have a child with special needs, then you know just how menacing Mondays truly are to them. Kids with OCD cringe from the disruption of going from an entire week of school, to a weekend of craziness, back to a MONDAY of school. It interrupts their comfort of predictability, which causes distress on varying levels. Some days go better than others. Some days are like World War III. Some days, you want to spend the entire morning eating a box of ice cream bars, only coming out to make sure nothing is on fire.

I could go on and on. But not today. Today, I have a proposition. A plea. A cry for help...?

 Is there anyone out there picking up what I am laying down??? Am I the only one who would love a community of moms (with special needs kids, or kids with every day challenges) who could offer some support/advice? A sounding board (not a complain-a-thon)? A SAFE place where we can go to ask the hard questions, request prayers, and get support in a non-judgmental setting?

Hey, you in the closet, eating an ice cream bar...I'm talking to YOU!

Okay, moms, here is how it would work. Every Monday, I will come on here with a question, struggle, insight, praise, curriculum suggestion, or whatever else might pop into my head. Just a quick little blurb. Then YOU get to be the sounding board. You get to share your heart, advice, support, prayers, etc., with each other (and me...don't forget me!). Just one great big ol' Mommy Manic Monday bear hug. :)

I'll bring the ice cream bars, but you'll have to come out of the closet. ;)

Cheering you on & checking the fuel gauge,
Layla

P.S. Sorry this is late. I barely got it posted before Tuesday. I blame Monday.