Lost.

I may as well be on the island with the Lost-Aways and the Others. I am Lost. Well, Lioness is Lost. For the most part she's gone. She's been taken over by Mama Lion. Everything I do revolves around my kids. I mean EVERYTHING. I don't have anything in my life that's just me. You might say that's part of being a Mom. It's not. When a woman decides to become a Mother she doesn't sign away her whole life. I have. You can take it as bitching and moaning or not. I am a point where I really don't care how people take me.

Thomas has special needs. I am finally getting him help. I've been screaming for help from his doctors for over 2 years. Unfortunately their egos are a lot bigger than their brains. I met 2 angels last week by the names of Cindy and Judy. They have offered their services to help my son become all that he can be. He's going to go to therapy twice a week. He's gifted, he's a sensory seeker, he has language processing disorder, he's loud, he needs tubes again, he touches everything and everybody, and thank God he has a huge heart....he's sweet.

Luke is 2. He runs, he sings, he crawls under chairs in waiting rooms, he kisses everyone, and wants to count your toes (even if you are a total stranger.) He's a tough little guy, often the victim of his brother's squishes. And oh, yeah....not he's not potty trained yet. Actually, I'm not even trying to potty train him right now. If you have a problem with it, by all means jump into my shoes for a good day. Hell, I'll give you 1/2 of a day.

I'm tired and I hurt. I have fibromyalgia an chronic back pain. My hands are full, along with my pockets and my purse. That cute, confident chic that was Lioness is gone. Hopefully she'll be back soon.

My husband? He's at work. Do you blame him??? Me either.