Today is KayTar's last day of camp.
Next week is BubTar's last week of summer. He starts on the 18th. He's going to be a first grader!
The following Monday, my semester starts. I'm taking evening classes once again, because after that hospital trip I realized she will probably be spending a good chunk of time under the weather, and if I take day classes no one will be able to watch her so I don't miss classes. At least if I take classes in the evening, he can handle all minor illnesses and I won't miss so much. 4 nights a week I'll be in class from 6-10.
On Tuesday of that week, KayTar starts school. My little baby girl, in SCHOOL. I ordered her uniforms yesterday. Tiny toddler-sized uniforms!
She also has to restart therapy. PT 2-3 times per week, so says the script from orthopedics. We're going to restart OT at the same time, which means she will have therapy 4-5 afternoons per week, outside of school. Our ortho appointment was kind of a non-event. It went sort of like this:
Dr. Ortho: (after her exam) I think she needs to be referred to a neurologist.
Me: Oh. She has one. She sees Dr. Neuro over at the Blah Blah Clinic.
Dr. Ortho: It seems like her orthopedic problems are neurological in origin, I think we should order an MRI.
Me: Oh. She's had one. She has a sprinkling of small lesions in her brain. It presents like CMV, but she doesn't have calcifications on the CT and they didn't find the lesions early enough to do an accurate CMV test, so we don't know.
Dr. Ortho: Ahhh, that explains that. I'll write her a prescription for PT and we'll just keep an eye on it as she grows.
The one time I really, really wish she had some sort of one word diagnosis is when I'm trying to explain her to new doctors. It can be exhausting. I have to say LOTS OF WORDS, and then sum it up with, "Well, we don't really know." I'm thinking of putting all her symptoms on a little laminated card so I can just hand it to them when they ask about her history. Then I can just say, "Here, let me know if you have any questions." Although, I kind of doubt I can fit it all on to a tiny little card. The good news is, she doesn't need orthotics or braces! The bad news is, we're cramming A LOT of PT into our already bulging fall schedule.
KayTar is also going to continue her art/dance/music classes at her day camp facility on Saturdays this fall.
Our weekdays will be something like this:
7:55 Take KayTar to school.
8 am Take BubTar to school. (different schools)
8:30-10:30 Spend 2 hours studying. Or cleaning. Or blogging (let's be honest).
11am Pick KayTar up from school.
Between 11-2 Go to Therapy of the Day.
2:30 Pick BubTar up from school.
3-5pm Snack time, homework time, quality time.
5 pm Josh comes home.
6 pm Kyla goes to school.
10 pm Kyla gets home; shower, rinse, and repeat.
On the weekend, KayTar will have Saturday classes, and we've talked about church a lot recently, which will take up a good chunk of Sunday. I'm also kind of looking for an overnight weekend job, which, if found, will promptly take up the remainder of the weekend...those pesky empty hours reserved for sleep.
Toss in a few episodes, the inevitable illnesses KayTar will get from being in school for the first time, some specialist appointments, and the other general drama of the Tar household and you've got yourself QUITE an exciting semester on your hands. Or rather, on my hands.
Fall 2008, the semester that promises to swallow me whole.