Being Matthew's mommy

This morning I awaken to my little bundles of joy and realize, this is the 7th night of 5 hours of sleep or less. First Daniel got the cold, then Matthew, then now of course, it is my turn. As my voice was fading yesterday, (I had to whisper Matthew's bedtime bible story of Moses last night), I began to really feel it. You know, as all mom's (and dad's) know, that feeling of wow, I am drained, I am tired, I am worn out here! Can you all just be quiet, maybe take a two hour nap so I can get a rest, maybe drive yourself to your next appt. and let me stay home and actually get a real shower and do my hair! :) Ha! Last week Matthew's occupational therapist compared him to a Ty Pennington of Extreme Makeover Home Edition, saying Matthew just has a high threshold of stimulation, he needs a high level of stimulation and energy to feel NORMAL, to be able to function like the rest of us. Oh, boy is my son going to try to bungee jump off the Longview bridge in the near future... maybe! Dear Lord. She was like I bet all those peopel who do the extreme sports are people that have sensory issues like Matthew does. That is how they are able to do it! Makes sense. Next week we have an appt. to meet with his pediatrition for behavior issues, most likely, we are going to do a trial run of some medications to help our son calm down. Man, if it works, thank you GOD! (If it doesn't work, I need the drugs) His psychologist tells me that I need to let some of the power stuggles go... well, hmm... which ones to let go... Yesterday I had to rescue my son from the MIDDLE of Poplar Street (mind you a very busy street directly right in front of our house) because another older boy had pulled Matthew by his sweatshirt, (I saw the whole thing people) he practically drug my screaming, crying child out and shoved him into the street because he told everyone he was the boss and told Matthew to go home. Lovely... Then Easter Sunday, at the peak of our wonderful cold, we have to stay home, as the boys especially Daniel is miserable and do not want to get anyone else sick or anything, it was hard missing out on family stuff, an easter egg hunt. BUT that evening, Matthew gave his heart to Jesus! We were praying for people that were sick, talking to Jesus, Matthew really wants to get all his thoughts out to him. He then asked me in the middle of his prayer if Nana was still in heaven. I told him that yes, she was. He said well, I want to go to heaven too, I said that he had to have Jesus in his heart to go to heaven... a conversation we have touched on over the past few years. He sat up and said, Mom, I want to have Jesus in my heart. His conversion would have given the great Billy Graham chills! He was walking around the house, mind you at 10:00 p.m. lifting his hands up to heaven, saying, "Jesus I love you, I give my heart to you. Jesus you can have all my toys. Jesus I love you soooo much!" What an amazing and joyful time. Moms friend Louise was like, wow, he came into this world early and the little guy gave his heart to Jesus at such an early age. Of course it makes any parent thankful, grateful to have their child want to serve Jesus, and give their heart to him... very precious. This morning I was laying on the floor, as I am so tired and drained, but at least my voice was back. So I was on the phone with my mom. The boys are playing all around me, I am in my pjs, laying there, barely able to function. All of the sudden, out of nowhere, and I mean nowhere, Matthew is on top on me. He landed on top of me. As I recover, with the phone still in my hand, ha ha, I say Matthew are you okay. He is recovering also, cause he must have launched off of the couch and jumped on me and he hit me with full force. He says in the most somber, serious voice, "Mom, somebody shot me." I notice now that he is dressed in his army clothes, army camo vest and pants... he says he is a big army man, not a little boy. Somebody shot him... somebody shoot me now! hee hee! (Know this entire blog post is soooo funny to me, so amusing, I am delirious from lack of sleep and sanity!) :)