March 18, 2008 by Marj Hatzell
A few more to go. I’ve already lost count. It wasn’t bad, really. In fact, I’ve discovered that if I run them ragged for, oh say, eight hours? They are exhausted and ready to go to bed early. Who knew? The extra three were well behaved. I think their parents may have bribed them with, oh say, DEATH? They were that good.
Bugaboo is doing another loop of his very-expensive-out-of-pocket-therapy. This one is nine days. Yesterday after therapy he was brought down about eleven notches and was happy and calm. He also spent the day babbling non-stop. I would not be surprised if tomorrow he began reciting the Gettysburg address. Or War and Peace. One of the two. I think we are onto something here. Gregorian Chant apparently makes my child calm, happy, talkative and smart. This is why I just spent $40 on some good headphones for him (and Seven Gs). Not because I like to spend money (as SOME people claim. Ahem. Husband, I’m talking to you.).
Bug Boy only managed five meltdowns. Not bad for him for a school break. By the end of the week we should be in good shape and then he will go back to school and will have to transition all over again and meltdown all next week at home and at school and…you get the picture. Sigh. Yes, my children would benefit from school 365 days a year. And so would I! Imagine! Bug Boy’s meltdowns were over a car that I forgot to bring (I told him to bring it himself), wanting to buy five books instead of one (the other kids only got one, but no matter), the toast was a milisecond darker than his preference, I gave him juice instead of water to take his meds and the fact that I could not find a train that he received for Christmas. In fact, the train conversation lasted for about FOUR HOURS, until he was so exhausted and irrational, I was all, “Honey? Get him away from me. Especially if you wanna get lucky tonight.” Not that you need to know this. But, see, Darling had convinced me that I would sleep better (true) and even brought me a piece of CHEESECAKE to bribe me. I mean, he brought it because he is a thoughtful and considerate husband and puts his needs and desires ahead of my own (Poppycock. It was to bribe me. Y’all know it. I don’t know why I pretend he was being thoughtful. He knows the way to my heart is through my stomach.).
Where was I?
Oh yeah, Day One. I survived it. Four to go! WOOHOO!!! And then another week of just Bugaboo. By the end of it I might be taking that walk to Hawaii. Tomorrow I’ll have the odds and point spread and you can all place your bets.