So I blogged a day or so ago about having TERRIBLE anxiety at drop off.  So I tried some of your suggestions and I gotta tell ya, I'm HELLA happy with the results.

This week, I decided to save my last minute shopping for around the time when she normally gets here with the skids.  She's supposed to get here at 5:30, but she always strolls in late-- always has an excuse-- and it's always entertaining.  Like, how many times can your child $hit his pants RIGHT BEFORE you have to leave?  how many times can the same part of the road have a detour? (Mind you, that "detour" isn't there when DH drops them off on Sunday nights!!)  How many times can you consistently be 20-30 minutes late?  Well, for BM, every GOTDAMN week.  I've been charting it since December and she hasn't been on time once.  No joke. Anyway-- I complain about it, but we've been down that path with her and she will be on time the very next week and then it goes back to normal.  We've just learned to not have anything scheduled for at least an hour after the kids get here.

Anyway-- I took my kids grocery shopping.  My anxiety was definitely present, but not like it normally is.  NORMALLY, I'm watching the clock, I'm wiping the same spot on the counter for God knows how long.  And then the kids get there and it's overwhelming city.  This time, I came home and they were already there. BM was long gone and it actually felt normal.  So I want to thank you guys for the very practical advice. I feel much better than last week.  And there is always some last minute, light shopping I can do on Fridays.

But of course, lol SS10 (thorn in my side) has a new thing-- and maybe I shouldn't find this entertaining, but I do:  He has a weighted blanket.  He brought it with him.  BM's newest diagnosis of him is that he has night terrors.  He wakes up in a full anxiety attack and he needs this blanket to help him.  Mind you, this MoFo has never done it at our house.  So he's walking around with this ugly A$$ blanket that literally sounds like a baby rattle cause of all the sand or whatever the HELL is in it.  It's light blue and he looks like a dufus.  I think it's so ridiculous.  one of the other kids goes, "Look, mom! He's got a cool blanket."  and I was like, "I don't care about his blanket."  em effer.