Friday was one of those days. You know, you probably have them yourself. Every time you start a job, it ends up creating more work. Nothing gets finished. If I’m to tell the truth, and there is little point in doing otherwise, my whole week had been like that. Somehow all the things I didn’t manage to get around to earlier in the week turned up overdue on Friday.
I knew it would be a day of chores, and Cubby would not be pleased about that. At least Pudding is at school all day on Friday. To appease Cubby, I decided to take him to the Tot Time at the local community center. It seems every mother in the vicinity had the same idea, and after 20 minutes of overload, we retreated.
I stopped off for cleaning supplies on the way home, then it was time to give Cubby a snack before nap time. As he finished eating, Pudding’s teacher called- she’d had diarrhea and needed to be collected. 10 minutes before we arrived at the school, Cubby fell asleep. He woke up as soon as his rambunctious and very healthy-looking sister got in the car.
Most of you already know this, but to those of you who aren’t aware, I should tell you that a nap of less than an hour is worse than no nap at all. It fills the child with a demonic energy that compels him to create chaos and destroy calm. When you throw in Pudding, that mix is combustible.
I spent the day putting out fires, and by the end of the afternoon I was burnt out. Any patience remaining was extinguished.
Spectrummy Daddy came home from work and took over, but my bitter mood lingered. I was shouting at the kids, and they were feeding off my toxic energy. As I put Pudding in yet another Time Out during dinner, I had a moment of clarity: I was the problem here! …continue reading
Griffin, (my 13 year old autistic son) gets headaches after spending too much time in the “real world” trying to be “normal” for the benefit of a sometimes callous and non-caring public. When he gets such a headache, the only remedy that helps is a freezer bag full of ice on top of his head.
Griffin gallops around relatively gracefully while balancing the homemade ice pack on his cranium. The ice does not inhibit his regular activities in the least. He even plays on the computer and straps his headphones on over the bag. This is an impressive feat of coordination for a kid who can’t put on his own socks, runs like Herman Munster and regularly dances like Elaine Benes from Seinfeld.
Recently, after one particularly rough day in public, Griffin was in desperate need of some ice. I was standing next to the refrigerator when he stumbled by me in search of his mommy, (aka Mrs. Big Daddy) who was just getting out of the shower.
Upon reaching the master bathroom and seeing his mom, Griffin blurted out the only two things on his mind at the that precise moment in time,
“I SEE YOU NAKED! I NEED ICE!”
Now we all knew those two phrases were not related. Griffin did not need ice because he saw his mommy naked. He needed ice because he had a headache. His mommy happened to be naked because that is how most people take a shower. However, that unfortunate confluence of circumstances has haunted my wifeever since. Whenever my daughter or I see Mrs. Big Daddy in any stage of undress, even if it is just her kicking off her flip flops, we simultaneously yell,
“I NEED ICE!”
This has done wonders for Mrs. Big Daddy’s self confidence and my love life. Therapy is going well and our psychologist believes she may one day be able to take a shower without locking the door and turning off the lights. Griffin remains completely unaffected by the incident although he does seem to smirk whenever his sister or I tease his mother about it.