Do you remember the film “Crazy People”, in which Dudley Moore’s character brings refreshing truth to advertising? It’s hilarious.
My internal editor left me a post-it about needing a break from trying to keep up with the pace of my brain and the demand by my heart and soul, in any conversation, any debate, to “first, do no harm”.
So here’s the first in a series dealing with issues we face in the disability and the parenting kids with disabilities communities.
Because I’m done listening to assholes trumpet on and on, wailing about political correctness, as though the very concept of civility, of being aware and respectful of differences exists for no other reason than to annoy them.
And I’ve had enough of the shit sandwiches we have been expected to eat for far too long.
More of our experience with the r-word.
Take the Pledge.
Kid has been talking about adding a furry critter to our family for quite some time. I’ll admit that I have been entertaining that idea for a very long time too.
I really wanted to adopt a rescue pup, but right now I’m barely coping with the second bout of severe iron deficiency in under 6 months (this one is non-anemic iron deficiency) . I feel lousy. Walking a dog a few times a day just is too much to ask of this sore body with it’s tired blood.
Not that these cutie pies don’t require lots of care and attention.
They need so much more EVERYTHING than I would have ever imagined, even after reading everything I could set my eyeballs on.
They do not need to be walked, though.
Everything else can be spread throught the day, especially the snuggles and playtime and the neverending supply of hay and veggies.
So far, so wonderful.
Kid is over the moon and we are all very attached to our new family members and they are settling in nicely.