I recently divorced my husband and after moving back home with my parents to help take care of them. Now I have ventured out on my own. Sadly my mom passed away and my brother and his family are taking care of Dad now.
He loves to listen to metal and truly believes that hockey is God. He can tell by looking at a photo of almost any NHL team what year it was taken by looking at the uniform and can tell you who won the Stanley cup in any year. Honestly he seems to be more angry at me since the divorce became final and overtime I show him I don;t need him anymore he will lash out at me somehow.
That was before we knew that he had asperger's, sorry today it is now called low level autism. Now that he is approaching his teens Minecraft and his iPad are his world. Luckily I have parental controls and can make his world turn off at my command (Muh ha ha!)
He is a teenager, yes he is turning evil. So I expect at lest 10 years of trial and tribulations from him. Though he still wants to give me his and will happily offer me kisses in an attempt to bribe me. He is handling the divorce better than I thought, But I think our decision to let him stay with his father for the time being is the biggest reason why. I am hoping in the future that he will want to live with me.
He seems to finally like my house and I have to say he is much better behaved when he is at my house rather than his father's. He always starts misbehaving and resists my parenting about 45 minutes before his father picks him up.
Now that we are living with my parents, my mostly deaf father can hear her screech. It is horrible and so high pitched I often check to see if a hoard of angry dogs are running toward us.
Luckily unlike my son she LOVES to read so I often find her snuggled up with a good book. Unfortunately she has learned to reading under the covers with a flashlight trick and is fully capable of staying up all night if so desired. She loves art and has some of her art in every art show that her school district has.
He biggest passion right now is cats. Her cat ran away so there is only one cat at her father's house. At my father's house there are four cats and a dog and at my house two dogs, five cats and three spiders. She adores animals and I think she may incorporate them into her career someday.
She had been care taker to my brother and I as we grew up, my grandmother when she could no longer care for herself, my father when he could no longer walk and years later when he suffered from two strokes within weeks of each other. Last year it was my turn to take care of her. Unfortunately I only had nine months with her after her fall in the parking lot. I miss her every day.
She has been gone for almost a year now and everyday I have to stop myself from calling her and telling her about what is happening in my life. I know she is still hanging around and I feel her presence every day.
Still it is different being the one to give him his meds, making sure he is tucked in a night and fixing him his meals. I do not understand how he can eat the exact same thing every morning and have made sure to have a stockpile of Cheerios in the house because I truly believe the world will come to an end if he does not get his bowl of Cheerios in the morning.
His dementia is getting worse, but having my brother and his family as well as their pets living with him seems to be good for him. It is not one person doing it all like it was when I was there and because my brother has a dog my father finally has another dog in his life. He spoils jade rotten, and jade in turn steals the socks right off his feet.
We both have started our own families. The only difference is his spouse is wonderful and mine was a jerk. Like me his older child has Autism, but on the other end of the spectrum. Now that we are grown ups we still torment each other, but we also still love each other (though there are some days we both may try to deny it). He lives with my dad now and I'm on my own.
The people who had her before I got her had her in a smelly glad fish tank, it was filled with dead crickets, It was disgusting. I ended p buying her a new enclosure because the aquarium was just so filthy and stinky. She still hasn't moved since I got her, so I assume she is full grown, but she is smaller than others of her species. She is considered a bird eater so she could get very large.
He is in a house full of cats and often we can't help but wonder if he thinks he is a cat. I am convinced his goal in life is to keep up away from the stairs because his two favorite places to sleep are at the top and second bottom stair. He looks at you when you want to use the stairs as if to say, "No, these are not the stairs you are looking for."
If a burger ever broke in I am sure he would lead the burger around and show where all the good stuff was just to be pet and have his ears scratched. He may not be the smartest tad but he is one of the most lovable ones.
He is a lapdog and loves to Snuggle with T and PT. His eyes are precious and they look like he contains all the worlds kindness in them. Tango is happy to have a playmate and they really get together almost all the time. Like siblings thought there is the occasional spat. But in a house full of animals I have to say he fit in perfectly and has been a joy. Sometimes you just have to have a dog on your lap to make the world a better place.
He is a cat who knows what he wants and will get it. He always has a plan in his cat brain, and I suspect it may be world domination. He has taken my kitten under his paws and makes sure to spend part of every day playing with her.
He also will meow loudly if he thinks he is being ignored. Who knew that there was nothing worse than an ignored Oliver.
She very rarely comes up stairs and this photo is from the second time she came into my room. Usually she is in the converted garage to den or on the back of the sofa in the living room. She loves to be pet but will not seek out your affection unless you are PT.
It reminds me of the tootsie pop commercial instead of how many licks to get to the center it is how many pets until I bite you.
You can't tell from this photo but he has a black mart on his forehead and a black section on his tail. He is still small for a cat, but much bigger than Munchkin. He is so soft and fluffy. I wish he would let us hold him more.
Now we play a game of lets find Mitten just so we know he is okay. We found his last hiding spot so I have to assume a new one will be found soon. Though he has been coming out more and more so maybe he is getting used to the new additions.
She is a delight and always sleeps in my room much to Oliver's and Cinder's chagrin. When she is off kitten food I am sure it will change but by keeping her food in my room I keep all the other animals from eating it. Kitten food must be delicious because even the dogs try to get in my room to eat her food.
She was born on March 30, 2015, in Renovo Pennsylvania.