Desperate Measures

As we head in to our third Winter in this house, I remember how excited I was to finally have a home to call my own. Somewhere that I could have just the way I like it, and if I want to leave dirty dishes on the bench over night, I can without judgement. I loved this place as soon as I saw it, and I still love it now that I know all the quirks and issues it has.

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Except for one, that I just can not accept.

This house is a damp breeding ground for mould. The spores have worked their roots deep into everything. Walls, ceilings, wardrobes carpets and our own furniture. The smell hits you upon entering the bedrooms. The sunbeams do not linger long enough make a difference, and my efforts to remove the mould have been in vain.

My son has suffered from a constant cough since moving in over two years ago. He has had a lot of time off school because of illness and more recently has started to develop breathing difficulties, which can be very frightening. Something drastic has to change to prevent long term damage to his, and our, health. Our home is well insulated, but it’s not enough, we need ventilation. Because of the stud height, sunless-ness and layout of our house, the cheap off the shelf kit would be a waste of money. Money that I don’t have, and believe me, I’ve stretched every cent.

I’ve bitten the bullet and started a Givealittle page. This makes me cringe, it’s not a nice feeling asking for money, but I need to put my squeamishness aside for the sake of my boy’s health. Please, if you’re so inclined, take a look at our fund raising page. Any donations or page shares will be immensely appreciated.

If you prefer to have something to show for your donation, please check out my Etsy store and pursue the jewellery and tutorials. All proceeds will be used to get this system installed as soon as possible.

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Conversations With My Demented Spawn

Kids are never ending source of frustration, rage, strange insight and hilarity . These are just some of the best conversations that took place today.
Boy child is 6, and Girl child is 9

Me: “Boy-child, it’s time for your spelling homework.”
BC: “Ok, is the first word ‘Dank Memes’?”

Girl-Child to Boy-Child: “Did you know Americans use to call chips ‘French fries’, but then they got mad at France, and they changed them to ‘Freedom fries’.”
BC takes off his shirt and runs around the room, “I’m a freedom fry, I’m a freedom fry.”
GC to me: “Why did they get mad a France anyway?”
Me: “I can’t really remember, I think they wouldn’t agree to support them in a war or something.”
GC: “Ugh!” rolls eyes, “that is SUCH an American thing to do.”
BC: “Wait, what’s a freedom fry again?”

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GC with Stalin Cat

Girl-Child during a conversation about stereotypes and how we tend to judge people based on their appearance: “That makes no sense at all, when I meet someone I don’t know who they are just by looking at them.”
Me: “No you don’t, but most people do without meaning to. Your Aspergers frees you from a lot of that judgement because you see things in a different way from Neuro-typical people. That’s one of your strengths.”
GC: “Then I’m glad I have Aspergers.” (awwwwwww!!)