Month: November 2006

Book Mailing: Day 1

This morning I dispersed my children to the care of various friends. The mommy in me cried out “Yay! I get a vacation!” Then the business side of me replied “Vacation?! We have to work!”

Much work was done. Most of it was not done by me. Once again I am blown away by the kindness of Schlock fans. They showed up en masse to help us mail. Once again the work went faster that I would have believed possible. We’re 3/4 of the way done packing books. I am also blown away by the kindness of the postal workers. They came by with a truck twice and waived the pick up fee both times. They’ll be back tomorrow for a final pick up. It was the same truck driver who came by last May.

This morning I looked at my box full of invoices and felt like we’d never get it all done. By the end of the day I was worrying that there wouldn’t be enough to do tomorrow. Tomorrow from 11 am until about 2 pm we’ll be packing books at The Keep. Then we’ll shanghai a group of people with strong backs to help relocate books from our garage to our basement. The only drawback to the second part of this plan is that they’ll all get to see the disaster that is my house. I haven’t done much housework this week.

For tonight, I need to finish customs forms, print out some additional postage, pack up some more global mailers and put my kids to bed.

Into the breech

Today I flung myself bodily across the gap between our store software and the various shipping services. Now 1400 invoices with matching labels are prepared to march across my back and be transformed into packages.

Fortunately the rest of this process is going to be greatly facilitated by the willing minions volunteers who will be showing up for the work days. For the first time I actually feel like I have things sufficiently organized to manage it all at the Keep. There have naturally been adventures along the way. The credit card we used to buy postage was put on hold twice. Once yesterday and once today. Apparently purchasing $5000 of postage in $200 increments over the course of two days looks suspicious. The first time all I had to do was call the company and wade through an automated system to affirm that these charges were in fact placed by me. The second time I was fed through to an actual person who asked me multiple choice question about the color of Howard’s beetle and which of a list of people we spend the most time with. On the second question the correct answer was “I don’t know ANY of those names.” Credit card companies are careful about this kind of thing. Fortunately I was able to answer all the questions correctly and the hold was removed.

Other adventures of the day: Picking Kiki up from school early because she didn’t feel well. Putting Kiki to work stamping books since she was obviously not that sick. Eating lunch in the school cafeteria with Gleek, Patches, & Kiki. Taking three kids to Dragon’s Keep to drop off a load of shipping supplies. Helping Patches clean up a potty accident at Dragon’s Keep. (That makes 3 accidents in 3 days all at Dragon’s Keep. Agh.) Picking up Gleek from a friend’s house and driving slowly while she runs home next to the van because she wanted to walk instead of ride. She was thrilled to win a race with the car.

Later tonight I’m going to load the car with more shipping supplies and lots of books, then I’ll drive to the Keep with pajamad Gleek and Patches. Maybe they’ll fall asleep in the car. That would be really nice.

Full Tilt

I am ready to go full speed ahead on all of the preparatory tasks for the book mailing party tomorrow. I have a million things to do today and my best shot at getting them all done is to build up a good head of steam and not stop until everything is done. If I stop I’ll realize how tired I am and how much I want to nap.

Unfortunately my kids are not ready to hop onto this train. Every time I start building momentum, a child has needs which require a full stop. I may have to dump my kids on a friend today so that I can get stuff done. I didn’t want to have to do that because they’re getting offloaded to others all day on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. On the other hand it is probably better for them to not see mommy than for them to get run over by the business train.

By request

In the past 24 hours my children have asked me to buy:

A trampoline
a collapsible blue umbrella
footie pajamas
silky pajamas
art lessons that last twice as long
a $53 pastel set
candy
cookies
new video games because all the ones we have are boring
all the polly pocket sets in the world
a new backpack
a new computer for the family
a personal laptop computer
binder sheets for holding pokemon trading cards
a new robe
pizza

And they wonder why I always say no.

Forward momentum

Having postnasal drip and a sore throat were not in my plans for today. Neither was being awake at 1:30 am and trying to explain to an 11 year old that “I’m afraid of the dark” is no longer an acceptable answer. At age 11 she is old enough to recognize fear of the dark as an indicator of some unresolved issue lurking in her brain. She is old enough to see the indicator and go hunting for causes rather than sitting in the dark afraid. It was a good conversation to have, I like her being able to seek out and destroy her own monsters, but I wish it could have taken place at an earlier hour.

The pace toward the Schlock book mailing days continues to increase. Today I have to stamp return addresses on many many mailers. I also have to fill out many customs forms. I have to print postage. I have to print labels. And through it all I have to pay enough attention to the kids that they don’t melt into puddles of neglect. All of this with a head cold and too little sleep. Whee.

Link soars

Today was Link’s first day on medication at school. I informed the teacher ahead of time and asked her to watch for any differences. After school was over she called me to tell me how amazed she was. Link did every assignment as fast or faster than any of the other kids. In math he even asked for more work to do. A different teacher even commented that Link seemed really happy today. And Link talked. It was contained to appropriate talking times, but during those times he chattered. I observed the same thing over the weekend. Link is now talking two to four times as much as he did before. It’s like the dam which was blocking the flow of his ideas has burst and now they can flow out in words. Or perhaps it is like a prisoner who has been set free. He was trapped in his own mind, overwhelmed by the simplest of tasks. Today he had an upset here at home and in order to resolve it I had to use tactics that I’m more used to using on Kiki. I didn’t have to talk slow or repeat myself to make sure he understood me.

These changes in Link are close to miraculous. Via medical intervention he has suddenly become the person we all felt he could be, but wasn’t. And yet I am wary. The shackles are off and he is flying. But he is flying so fast and so high that I’m afraid of a crash. I’m afraid to trust that this new person will stay. What if this new brilliance is a temporary effect and he will have to go back to how he was? I don’t want first hand experience of the Algernon effect. Also everything in life has a cost. This new Link is brilliant, what are we giving up? It is possible that we are only giving up things that we don’t mind losing, but I still need to identify what they are. I need to know the emotional/psychological cost. (The fiscal cost is going to be $90 per month if our insurance doesn’t help cover it.) One cost could be an emotional dependence on the medication. Link loves who he has been these past three days. I still need to make sure that he learns that the medication is only allowing him to access his intelligence, not providing something he otherwise wouldn’t have.

I am afraid, and hopeful, and relieved, and happy. Link in flight is a beautiful thing.

Tis the season

I went to the grocery store yesterday. It was cold and rainy outside. I walked into the warm, to confront a huge holiday display complete with live music. My first reaction was to mentally check the calendar and realize that it is indeed that time of year. Somehow I still felt like we were in October. As I walked past the big display I could feel my body relaxing. I could feel that holiday cozy feeling trying to settle in. I could feel my desire to frivolously spend money increasing.

That’s when I realized it. Huge holiday displays and music and smells are actually a form of psychological warfare. The stores are attempting to assault my budget to capture my funds. They’re trying to turn me into a quisling. We have all been conditioned over the years to associate holiday displays with spending money. We get all warm and fuzzy with our desire to give gifts to those we love.

Don’t get me wrong. I love the warm and fuzzy. I love the feel of the holiday season. I just need to make sure that I can enjoy the holidays without changing my spending habits. Yes I can buy gifts, or materials to make gifts. Yes I can buy treats to make the holidays special. But I need to buy what I intend to buy, not on impulse because the colors and sounds make me feel warm and fuzzy. Our budget is no longer insanely tight, but we can’t afford to spend whimfully.

Saturday’s end in three subjects

Subject 1:
My sister Nancy was talking in her blog about the relationship between writers and editors. She explains how she used to feel like they were gods and demigods, but has since grown to view them as peers and business partners. She’s also achieved some demi-god status as a slush reader for Baen and was wondering what she can do to help other writers come to the same realization of editors as human beings. My response to her:

Let me ask you this, when did you really feel like a grown up? I first felt grown up when I made a major decision based on my own internal guidance without reference to parental opinions. To quote Bujold “Adulthood isn’t an award they’ll give you for being a good child…You have to just take it. Give it to yourself.”

For the relationship between an editor and a writer to become business-like the writer has to decide to “grow-up” and stop kow-towing. The actions of the editor can facilitate the writer in doing this, but ultimately the writer has to reach out and take it.

The difference between and aspiring writer and a writer is only in the label that the writer applies to herself.

Subject 2:
Howard has been working on sketch editions all afternoon. Hopefully he’ll be able to finish his quota of 200. Whether he does or not, he is going to be tired and sore. I spent lots of time today hauling books to Kiki so that she could stamp them. Then I hauled them into Howard’s office to await sketching. Then I hauled 200 of them to Howard’s car so he could take them to the Keep and draw in them. Then I sat hunched at my computer printing out labels for a couple of hours. I have muscles which are seriously unhappy at my choices of activity. This next week is going to be exhausting. But I’m so glad it is here. I’m so glad that books are continuing to sell. I’m so glad to get the huge weight of unsent orders off of my brain. Life is good.

Subject 3:
On a typical Saturday I will give Link a list of chores to do. Usually he glances at the list, feels overwhelmed, and goes off to play. So I’ll go to him and tell him which chore to start on. If the chore is straightforward like emptying a trashcan, he’ll do it willingly. If the chore is something like picking up his bedroom floor or folding and putting away clothes, he won’t be able to rap his head around it. He just doesn’t even know where or how to start. So I’ll stand there and say “Now put away the shoes. Now put away the ball. Now put away the…” Occasionally he has days where he can prioritize by himself and do his work solo, but only if he is extremely motivated by a very shiny reward. Even then, it takes hours, because he spends half the time distracted.

Today Link looked at our family room strewn with toys and began to work. He’d pick up a toy that belonged in his room, deliver it there, and come straight back in less than 30 seconds. He kept an accurate count of all the toys he picked up all the way to 200. He even created a tally sheet to help with the counting. Let me emphasize this: He decided to create a tally sheet, created it, and then went back to work rather than beginning to draw cartoon characters for an hour. He worked hard, was tired, and decided to take a break. So he set a 5 minute timer for himself. During his break he played happily. Then the moment the timer beeped, he jumped to his feet, turned off the timer and went back to work. He gave himself timed breaks several times. Eventually he wore out and asked if he could be done. I told him that he could, but that he’d have to empty his laundry basket later. He then played happily and watched movies for a good part of the afternoon. When I got out the ice cream and announced that only kids who were finished with their chores could have ice cream, Link announced that he was going to empty his laundry basket. 15 minutes later he returned downstairs with the empty basket. I do not think that Link has EVER emptied his laundry basket without help.

I’m thinking that the medication has an effect on him. I’m cautious about this assessment because one day isn’t enough for an accurate baseline. At one point this morning I was a little worried that maybe the medicine was hyping him up too much. But he reassured me by relaxing most of the afternoon. I’ve watched him all day for any negative side effects. I haven’t seen any yet. He’s just Link. He’s Link, only he can get his work done. He felt great about today. He felt great about himself. Today we got to praise him for the fantastic job he was doing rather than having to scold him for things left undone.

Good Saturday

It is 11:46 am and today is already a really good day. This morning I handed out chore scavenger hunt lists and Link went right to work. Usually he looks at the list, feels overwhelmed, and disappears into a game. Today he systematically finished the items on his list. AND half the items on Patches list. AND some items from Gleek’s list. He was cheerful and happy and felt wonderfully accomplished. Kiki also finished her list in record time. Then she went right to work stamping numbers into books that are slated to be numbered sketch editions. Yesterday she spent 4 hours on this task, she probably has another couple of hours before the job is done. Gleek and Patches haven’t been so enthusiastic about work, but since I didn’t have to endure any whining from the older two, I had plenty of energy to manage the younger two.

And we have books! They arrived yesterday and now I can finally begin to get some of these orders processed so that they aren’t weighing on my mind. We still have lots of preparatory work for the upcoming mailing parties. Howard has to sketch 200 books per day between now and then. He also has to sign about 150 books per day. We hope that he can be all done before the mailing days and the launch party so that he can enjoy himself rather than spending the events drawing until his hand curls into a crippled husk.

Perhaps best of all we’re getting a surge of orders yesterday and today. I’ve been able to play click. We’re narrowing the gap between book sales last May and now.

A long mental journey

Tomorrow morning we will be starting medication for Link. The undiagnosed ADD that we’ve suspected for years has finally been officially diagnosed. For the next few months we’ll be trying various medications to find if any are helpful to him. They may not be, or they may have detrimental side effects, but we’ve come to the decision that the experiment is merited. This has been a long hard road and we are nowhere near the end of it, but medicating is a very significant step which deserves to be chronicled.

I have always felt very opposed to medicating Link. He is a bright, sweet boy with both strengths and weaknesses, but I never felt that there was anything wrong with him. I felt that medicating him would be the cheating way for me or his teacher to get out of the extra work necessary for behavioral modification techniques. I was ready to change his diet and exercise patterns or find other “natural” ways to help him deal with his challenges. I believe that American children are vastly over-medicated and I didn’t want to be part of that. I felt all of that and more until one week ago today.

One week ago today I had an IEP (Individual Education Plan) meeting with Link’s teacher, the school psychologist, the principal, and the resource teacher. They very kindly and gently suggested that I have Link tested for ADD. They also gently advocated in favor of medication if it seems called for. They did not pressure me or try to insist, they just gave me a pile of new information to consider. Part of the information they gave me were the results from several test they did on Link. Those results showed me exactly where Link’s strengths and weaknesses are. The psychologist told me that Link’s pattern of strengths and weaknesses is classic for an ADD child. They also told me that where Link is strong, he is brilliant. Where he is weak he struggles to comprehend things that his classmates understand intuitively.

I came home from that meeting with my brain buzzing. I talked it over with Howard. For the first time we considered the possibility that rather than turning Link into a compliant zombie, medication might instead remove shackles from his legs and allow him to fly.

The thing that really changed my mind and opened me to the idea of trying medication, was the results from an emotional/psychological profile. Those results were created from a survey I filled out where I recorded things I observed about Link’s emotional states. His teacher also filled out the survey. This test showed that Link is not only at risk for things like anxiety, depression, somatization (physical symptoms caused by emotional states,) withdrawal, and social atypicality, he’s already experiencing these things. I don’t think there is anything wrong with Link. Howard doesn’t think there is anything wrong with Link. But our opinions aren’t the ones that truly matter. Link knows that there is something different about him. He sees the differences from his peers and is sure that it means that he is broken or stupid. He knows and feels this, but has no clue how to make things different, so he withdraws and avoids.

Eventually an adult Link might come to the conclusion that there isn’t anything wrong with his brain. That adult Link might become comfortable in his strengths and weaknesses. He’ll have coping mechanisms to manage both. But before he can arrive at that mature view of his capabilities he has to walk the long hard road of puberty. If he continues to avoid and withdraw to the point that he seeks solace in self medication via street drugs or alcohol, he may never arrive at that mature assessment. Link’s weaknesses will interfere with the process of him coming to terms with his weaknesses.

I’ve done lots of talking to people who have first hand experience with ADD this past week. I’ve talked with adults who are managing their ADD. I’ve talked to parents about their experiences with an ADD child. I’ve talked to our doctor, who also happens to be a parent of an ADD child. I’ve talked to the school psychologist, who is another ADD parent. I’ve talked to Link’s teacher. Some information I’ve gleaned:

Most ADD people end up self medicating somehow. It may be caffeine or alcohol or street drugs or pornography or eating, but they administer something to themselves to assist them to focus. Correctly managed self medication can be a good thing. Unconscious self medication can lead to all kinds of dark places.

An adult ADD friend says he doesn’t feel any different when he is taking medication than he does on the days he skips medication. However on medicated days he ends the day with tasks completed and a sense of accomplishment. On unmedicated days he ends the day with many piles of partially complete projects. As an adult he can look at that difference and attributed it to medication or lack thereof. Right now Link has no comparison. He has an endless stream of days filled with failure to complete important tasks. This has to hurt his self image.

Medication can be complimentary to behavioral modification. There will still be times when Link doesn’t have medicine in his system. I can use those times to teach him the coping mechanisms that he will need for life.

ADD medications are fast acting and clear out of the system quickly. This means that I can decide on a daily basis whether to medicate or not. My adult ADD friend does exactly that. On the days he needs focus, he medicates. On the days he needs to multitask he deliberately does not medicate. If I decide to stop the medication, it will be out of Link’s system completely within 12 hours.

The most important conversation I had about ADD was with Link. I talked to him and explained that ADD was a label for how his brain works and that it means he gets distracted easily. He indicated awareness of this tendency. I explained that there was a medicine which might help him to focus and not get distracted as easily. I asked if he would be interested in trying this medicine. He looked at me with wide-eyed hope and answered with an emphatic “yes!”

After all this thinking and talking and research I have realized a very important thing. The only thing that we stand to lose by trying medication is the moral high ground of being able to say “I’ve never medicated my child.” In other words, the only thing I have to lose is my pride. I’ll swallow that whole if it will give Link the chance to grow up healthy, strong, and confident in his own capabilities.