It's 7.30am this World.
The house is full of laughter.
James and Scarlett are at a great age, they play together, not always nicely so I find myself screaming at them often, but its beautiful to watch them.
As I sit here writing this both children are fixing me.... James currently has a screw driver to my ear and Scarlett has a blood pressure checking thing on my ankle. James just announced 'all better now' and they have moved on.
Hubby came home with wine last night.
Long day for me yesterday. Extra long day for him.
I took 3 sips of the wine and decided I didn't want it, that's new, I normally inhale the first two glasses.
Hubby also brought home some opinions..
Last night I was wearing my Jean Paul Gaultier lycra top.
It is patterned.
Theo turns to me with a disgusted look, with humour in his voice he announces, 'that top looks like cow print, its not a good animal print'. Then he chuckles.
I wear this top in public. He thinks I look like a cow.
Whenever I get dressed I always ask my husband if I look ok.
He has had quite a few opportunities to announce his view on this top and chooses now when its become a pj top because its worn out. Thanks honey.
Does anyone else find it difficult to stay home all day with children?
James is a very sensory based autistic.
He needs to go out and about and explore the world (within reason it is also anxiety provoking). When he doesn't get enough of the right stimulation he starts to tear the house apart.
I made the decision not to leave the house yesterday, just to recharge and get ontop of some housework. That meant that James has pulled most of the house to pieces. His bedroom and Scarletts bedroom are the worst. He doesn't allow you to pack it away either, he will come behind you and dump it straight back out. This is not good for my OCD.
I really feel like James has taken a huge leap forward this last few weeks.
He is happier in his skin, less meltdowns and his speech is really coming along.
Was it the vestibular motion on the cruise ship ticking off big sensory input?
Is it because he hasn't been to school and that was causing anxiety, in turn inhibiting any further development?
All I know is I really like this new found little boy. Still not eating, still not toilet trained but happy. I'll take happy anytime.
Just last night he told his Dad a full story, it went a little something like this,
'fell down, broke my knee. was running away. Put a sticker on it. Closed it up. Holiday boat'
To interpret that for you, James was telling his daddy the story about how he hurt his knee in Lifou.
These are the moments my eyes well with tears and the happiness beam, beams from my entire body. These are the moments that melt away all the meltdowns, appointments and stresses that come with ASD parenting.
Happy weekend everyone,