For a new and original update on why I’m on my 47th day with no intimacy, check out Unsolicited Advice.
I suppose the only reason I have any readers at all, is because everyone has an opinion. Right now there is a bookie in Vegas who is upset at me because things are not looking good for the oddsmakers.
First off, anyone with any ability in reading comprehension should be able to see I’m not berating anyone for their own broken relationships and homes. I’m simply berating those who might think they know what’s best for me and my family, sight unseen. If Arwyn were beating me and/or my children, or if she were dealing drugs in the drive way, making us a target for drive-by shootings, I’d be gone like a bird. No arguments. But that’s not what is happening here.
Don’t worry. There’s still plenty of drama to go around.
Today, Arwyn called me at work to inform me that our youngest (Elmo) is eligible for special services under the label of Significant Developmental Delay. That is a bit suprising to me, considering the boy knew his letters, numbers, colors and shapes at the age of two. I’m going to need to see those assessments. Elmo has shown some signs of delays in the area of socialization and pragmatics, but I wouldn’t say they were 2 standard deviations below the mean. This does raise the bar as far as what it might take to get me to move off.
In anycase, that’s yet another thing to drive Arwyn nuts. We spent over an hour discussing our other son last night.
It might be time to add a disability blog to my blogroll, just to give readers another view of life with a child with a disability. Or in my case, children. And I know just the one.
Still think I need to bail?