February 27, 2012 by Marj Hatzell
You all know I don’t get much sleep around here.
So naturally, after a busy morning helping my mom I went home on Thursday, ready to climb under the covers. I gobbled down some lunch, crept under the covers and Zzzzzzzz…and woke up two seconds later to the phone ringing. Since we have this talking caller ID thingy (I KNOW) I could hear who was calling.
Bug Boy’s school. Figures, right?
Now, in the beginning of this school year I was getting tons of calls. Every darn day he had a headache, stomach ache, etc. In other words, at 1pm every single day he needed a sensory break or was overwhelmed and needed a break. New school nurse (he did this the past four years to our previous two school nurses it they had his number, yo) and new year so new attempts at coming home to spend time with Mommy. This is why I don’t homeschool, y’all. Well, that and he’d be hacking into the White House Security System if he had that much time at home.
Anywho, he was sick. Ear infection, sinus infection, throat infection, breathing and O2 sucked so home with the nebulizer and Antibiotics we go. And he was SICK. Which meant he had it for at least a few days without saying a word.
Sigh. Part of the fun with Autism. High pain threshold plus expressive communication delays equals him puking on the floor on my feet in the middle of a conversation with absosmurfly no warning. Just another day at Casa DG.
So he stayed home sick Friday which meant he had to be my Shadow for the day and I couldn’t go into the bathroom without WHERE ARE YOUUUUUU. And for someone who really and truly needs that quiet time during the day, it is difficult to adjust to. Which meant he had to come to my weekly chiro/massage appointment. Where he offers his opinion on everything I talk to the massage therapist about, even if I let him bring his iPod,.
Anyways, I needed that massage. As I walked into the room (he waits outside while I disrobe) and climbed under the warm white sheet on the table, I was trying to get into zen mode. I relaxed, listened to the music and waited for the therapist and Bug Boy to come in. I closed my eyes for a second,just in time for the music to change and it started to play…
Canon in D
You know, the one that makes me stabby? I wrote about it at my other day job, Aiming Low.. Go there now and read it. I’ll wait.
Are you back? There. Now you know.
I really needed to relax during that massage, because right now my life is full of, “But Moooooom!” and *eyeroll* and, “My room IS clean!”. And let’s not forget, “what do you mean I can’t have ninety hours of video game time this weekend? I did TOO earn it! I fed the dogs! “. But the Queen Mother of them all is, ” ZOMG YOU ARE THE WORST MOTHER EVER!!!!111!!! ELEVENTY!”
You know, until we got him that used copy of Skyrim.
Dear Flying Spaghetti Monster, he’s eleven. I may not last until eighteen. Never mind the fact that nonverbal, sweet Bugaboo now stomps to his room and SLAMS HIS DOOR.
I am so in for it.