If you missed Part I click here,
So; as I was saying, somewhere in the universe there was a gap, and suddenly there was an equal gap in my headspace where all my worries about my kids used to be.
Not only did I still have all the energy and ideas and, let's face it obsessive hyperactivity, I also had more sleep, more love (happier children = happier relationships) and thanks to the blogging world (That means YOU) more self-confidence.
You see, I have never been a passive worrier. I will stop eating properly, lose sleep, clean the house and "fix" things, (fix meaning drill a lot of holes) move furniture and, in the past, run up incredible store card debts. But you will never catch me staring at a wall doing nothing.
I often think it would have been better if I smoked at the time of the kids arrival and diagnosis because I could have done that obsessively, instead of all the above. You can give up smoking when you are happy. The bad breath, dirty ashtrays and yellow teeth will disappear, but a bad credit history will follow you around for years.
So I always put a lot of energy into worry, and made a lot of mess until I figured out where that energy should go. When I do get my focus right, I rarely give up without winning. And it is not because I am gifted or resilient or determined or any of the good words that mean sticking to a task.
I am just ridiculously tenacious and goddamn stubborn. I make Canadian Mounties and Scottish terriers look flighty and dilettante.
My punishment is to have a daughter who is exactly the same, but without the words to achieve it. (so she relies on her looks , charm and anger, in equal measure)
So, having achieved my aim; getting permanent recognition for schools like Saplings, and getting my kids in there; I was ready for a new challenge.
And at the same time; the Irish Autism Advocacy movement, and the Phone company that sponsors them, were looking for a new "P.R./Web-person"...
Boo wants the laptop so more later.