i've posted this elsewhere and there perhaps may be people here that read this thing that won't see it at those other places, so i thought i'd post it here too, what the heck.
I'm thankful that ValueOptions (the insurance company in charge of dispensing Medicaid) seems to have been put off for the time being (until January, I think) and we don't have to madly scramble to find a place for Josh on the eleventh of December. (Though I was kindof looking forward to going to court and giving them whatfor, if we had lost (and the chances were very high that we would have), he would have been out on his rumpus on the 12th. His 18th birthday.)
I'm thankful that Camelot Academy seems to be working out for Zander intellectually and behaviorally... and that they go straight through to high school, so no more shuttling the poor guy around. And that they take a very Individualized Approach with each and every one of their students.
I'm thankful that Benjamin abruptly started being functional at school as well (I think they finally hit on the right mix of icon scheduling, one-on-one, etc) and has actually made some academic progress for the first time this quarter. And that he has shown an enthusiastic interest in learning to cook. (Man, if I can get him to start doing meals around here, that'd be awesome)
I am thankful that my mother can sign checks. I'm thankful that my sister became a Mom-Management go-between for me so that the same such check-signing can actually happen.
And last but never ever least, I am especially thankful for Woozle. Without Woozle, all of the above could not have come to pass: All the phone calls that were made for me that I couldn't have done if my life depended on it (Okay, maybe I could have made them but the level of efficacy of such calls would not have been very high. ), talking to Stupid People, driving us up to The Hughes Center for Josh's Team Meetings every month, going to school functions with me (and for me when I simply could not do it), basically being more of a parent to my 3 youngers than their biological paternal unit has been. For being my memory, my technical support, my accountant, and most of all, for putting up with my shortcomings as a human being through all this, supporting me, forgiving me, and not abandoning me. I can very easily say that without Woozle of ~woozalia, there would be no more Harena of ~woozalia.
Harena of ~woozalia