Oh, the Power of the Dollar

18 03 2009

With so much newsy news about the economy these days, people sometimes forget that money is just simply to be used for whatever needs there are. In my house, that has an entirely different meaning when it comes to dollar bills. My retarded daughter never could sleep well. I tried everything imaginable, discipline, begging, bribing, etc. Nothing ever worked. She just simply did not need to sleep. I finally offered to pay her a dollar each morning, if she slept all night until the alarm went off. Well that has worked miracles at my house. She now sleeps from 9 in the evening until the alarm sounds about 6. She feels better and I certainly do, too. This dollar bill has given us a whole new lifestyle. She crams that dollar in her pocket each morning, then puts it in an envelope in her desk before she goes off to school. At the end of the week, we count the dollars and then I take her to the dollar store each Saturday. There, she buys all sorts of goodies, coloring books, writing tablets, and various knick knacks. Then on Monday morning, she takes a bag full of treats to all her friends at school. They love it, she loves it, and I really love my good night’s sleep. Read all about my different life in my upcoming book, Sammie and I just as soon as I have it published.

Morning Coffee

14 03 2009

I lay back down for a minute after the alarm sounded this morning. Then I heard my retarded daughter moving around in the kitchen so thought I better check on her. When I entered the room, she was leaning against the counter, eyes downcast. She said, ‘I made a mess, Mom’. She had certainly done that! She had tried to make coffee for the two of us and coffee grounds were everywhere. They were piled on top of the coffee pot, on the counter, in the open drawer, on the floor. My first thought was to get mad and fuss at her. But then I realized she had done the best she could. So I just patted her shoulder and asked her to help me clean up the mess. How could I possibly get mad at her when she had done the best she could? God only asks this of each one of us, that we do the best we can every day. How could I ask more of her than God asks of me?
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Thanks, Bet