I was all set to start talking about Autism and finances today. All set to do an intro to a series about planning for the future, making sure you are ready and things to make sure you handle for your child.
The boy decided that I should write about something else.
The boy knows best.
So instead of talking about finances, I am going to discuss what happened today. Today, my lovely son smashed our storm door’s window. You know, the glass door you have in front of the steel or wood one that is nice looking. The one that you can slide the glass panes up or down to let in the fresh air while keeping creepy crawlies out. Yup. He smashed that. That’s a new one for us. I thought we had it all covered and could say ‘been there done that’ for everything. NOW I think we have.
It’s been a rough few days at home because we are on break from school. The boy’s ability to tolerate days off from school maxes out around 5 days. A long weekend is about all he can take. By the end of that, he really needs to get back to the structure of school. He needs his therapies and services that are provided for him during the school day. Sure, we do the best we can at home but it just isn’t the same. Have you seen the things a speech therapist or OT has access to?? I mean a school’s gym and OT room is way cooler then my yard. And this time of year, c’mon, it’s COLD out there and playing outside just isn’t going to happen.
So what happened today? I have no clue. None. Nada. It was rough in the morning when we had service professionals over to ‘talk’ about the boy and deal with some paperwork. He settled around lunchtime and then BAM, all done. Head banging ensued and his anger grew. I sent the rest of the kids away to play, the baby was down for a nap, the diffuser was going with the usual essential oils he liked and he had a quiet house.
And then I realized I missed his afternoon dose of supplements. Ohhhhhh man. Mom, you messed up. I was only about 20 minutes late, but Autism likes it’s schedule and routine. I run to the kitchen and quickly begin to mix up his cocktail. Because he is allergic to so many foods, he has a lot of vitamins and minerals he has to take to stay healthy. I mean we aren’t just talking about popping a Flinstone’s vitamin here. We are talking about a multivitamin that is free of junk and free of his allergens. A calcium that has the proper balance of other minerals. He even needs to take a digestive enzyme because he has issues digesting his food. I’m not going to bore you with the list of ‘stuff’ he needs to take, suffice it to say it’s a lot. There I am, grinding up pills and opening capsules – did I mention he doesn’t swallow pills so we have to hide everything in a drink or food???? I’ve got it down to a science though and it only takes about 45 seconds to get everything ground and mixed. Then it happens. I hear a grunt from the boy and a loud crash. I look up to see glass everywhere. The storm door was toast.
Thank you God for safety glass.
I think it scared the life out of him. It sure scared the life out of me.
No one was hurt. No blood.
I gave him his cocktail to drink and he guzzled it. He then went over to the couch and sat down, still a bit agitated but the head banging and kicking had stopped.
I said a prayer of thanks, told the kids what happened when the teen came running after hearing the crash, and then tried to figure out how in the world to clean up the mess.
Because the child is terrified of the vacuum. And my mop is evil.
Maybe I’ll just have a snack instead <3
This experience is one of many that solidified our NEED for an Autism Safe Room <3