Well, well, well

So, I'm debating starting a new blog when it dawns on me...I don't even do this one, why on Earth would I start an other one? Then an other thought hits me, this blog is "pattee life" why on Earth would I start an other blog about a member of my famil???? WTHeck??
Ho hum.

I guess tomorrow starts with organization. Brina needs a place she can go to so she can do her homework. Well, how can I be a good example, if my desk looks like the living room threw up? I just cleaned the thing off, yet here I am...covered in what? I don't know what half this crap is. :-(

I keep thinking about Brina. It's finally hit home to Bill that perhaps Brina is a "special needs" child. Her meds are NOT working any more. We may as well not even give them to her. We can always tell if she's having a good day or a bad day by the way her hair is. Lately, she's been having a lot of frizzy hair days. Her eyes have seemingly become more distant also. I don't like it. I want my child back. It's time to get off our butts and be parents. W.O.W can wait. It will be there, she won't. Dinner can be made together, she can help. Walking around the block with her...well, that may not be an option...it's a pretty big block, and I don't wanna go down 92...yeah, lets rethink that one. Point being, I need to seriously restructure my time and attention. Brina is in danger of failing the 4th grade, because she is slipping farther and farther into no man's land. She's gotten lazy in class, and is either not paying attention, or CAN'T pay attention.

I can't do this. I am not strong enough. However, I have to be. She is mine. She belongs to me, she is my responsibility; no one elses. It is my job to protect and guide her through life.

Now, I just have to find out what else is "wrong".

Special Needs

What exactly qualifies a child as "special needs"?

I've been thinking about this for a LONG time. I have always thought there was something wrong other than just ADHD with my darling daughter. However, there is no other testing that we have done. (yes, that is my fault) When all I have to go on is mother instinct-how do you define "special needs".