What does it say about me that I really want to introduce all of my current statements with cursing? I am a tired Mama. I dropped out for this semester, it's an unnecessary class and I really have too many other irons in the fire just now.
This week I finally broke down and admitted that Paul needs the kind of help I just can't give him. He saw a psychologist yesterday, after a particularly miserable day where he cried three times in class and his dear teacher finally asked me, "Have you considered that he might be ADD?" The visit was actually encouraging. She (the Dr.) thinks Paul's problem may be neurological and may stem from his prematurity (Some of you may not know that Paul was born 9 weeks early - it was awful, but Paul is awesome). I've been wondering for a while if Paul's poor gross motor skills (can't ride a bike, can't hit a ball, etc.) might be a long-term effect from his birth, but I admit I had failed to tie the focus problem to that. So we're waiting to see if our insurance company will approve further neurological testing. Paul has really improved this year, but his difficulty in focusing on self-directed work is making him fall behind in school and is eating up our afternoons & evenings at home.
We're also searching for a physical discipline for the boys to pursue. A non-aggressive martial art with an emphasis on self-control might be good. We're also trying out a yoga class next week. We'd love to get Paul & Dan a membership to a climbing gym, but the local one went out of business (damned recession) and the closest one now is 18 miles away and ridiculously expensive ($1200 a year for a family of three). So $#@%.