I apologise in advance for this post but it is one of those days and instead of burying my head in a bucket of wine I am going to let it all out here in the hope that you can all relate to how my day is going and how I am feeling.
Firstly, I understand that the full moon is approaching and as we are made up of water we are effected by the moon. Well... my kids seem to be heavily effected by this moon this time around. Scarlett was awake until 11.30pm last night. I was exhausted and all I wanted to do was sleep. The late night didn't even stop her from waking at the crack of dawn. 6am wake up call for this household. And the fighting, Scarlett and James won't leave each other alone. Its really bloody difficult. Its grinding my soul.
I have been pretty anxious in my skin the last few days myself.
Hurry up and open those doors Cocoon Floatation, the tank is SCREAMING my name.
I had a meeting this morning with the Early intervention school for 2017. I was so nervous going into the meeting. I don't know why, James has a lovely teacher for next year and at 12.10pm she made me realize we had made the right decision with sending James to early intervention. RELIEF.
I had so many local ASD Mums telling me that only severe children go to early intervention and its a waste of time. Glad I didn't listen to that, its all about school readiness. It's really difficult sometimes because when you are new to a world you just want to hear other peoples opinions and gage a vibe from others but sometimes, actually all the time you should gather the information and make your own decision that best suits your child and their development.
James new teacher has such a keen interest in ensuring all her students reach their full potential under her guidance. REFRESHING. There are too many teachers and therapists who don't give a shit and are more interested in doing the time for the end of week pay packet.
So after the meeting I was on a high.
Finally its all falling into place.
James is going to be manic next year.
2 days early intervention, 2 days pre school and the rmaining dy will be OT, Speech and Soccer.
Am I insane? Probably.
But I have ingained in my head that this time is crucial. Do the time. Get the help now.
Anyway walked in the door to 2 screaming children after the meeting. MEH... is it wine time yet? Nope, its 3pm.
So I think I need to get these gremlins outside for some water play. Its bloody hot here.
Sorry for the little ranty rant. I just feel like sometimes I just butt up against negativity constantly. You talk to someone and its all 'woo is me', the kids are just at each other, James is having his moments, people in the shops are inconsiderate A holes and your just in a mood yourself.
Maybe today the universe is getting me back for something I did on Saturday... EEEKKK.
When I tried to take James for his haircut on Saturday we went to the Wollongong Central Carpark. It was packed.... the remaining carpark was a parents with prams, so I drove around to get the spot. A P plater with a young male and female were in the car. They knew I was onto them so I pulled up behind them and waited for them to exit the vehicle. They were looking in the revision mirrors.... they knew I was pissed. I got out of my car and said 'you got children in that car, NOPE, doesn't look like it! Get the F**K out of the car spot'. WHOOPS.... I lost it. I unleashed my mummy ASD wrath on two poor young people. I became one of those awful car park spys. I still feel a little terrible but hey. I was entitled to the spot... they weren't.