OH MY GOODNESS... or as James says 'oh my goodness gracious'.
What on earth is going on today??
OH... FULL MOON tomorrow, is that it?
NOPE... yeast die off. Yep, yeast die off!
So James has had a horrendous day! Like I mean horrendous!
He hasn't been like this for so long... actually come to think of it, he hasn't been like this since his last YEAST DIE OFF! I was told it was going to get worse before it got better but this is totally insane!
Yesterday James started treatment for overgrowth and started back his pro biotic. This result equals DETOX, toxin removal at its finest.
So his morning started pretty ok, until he become doubled over with severe gut pain. He pushed and pushed for almost an hour for a bowel movement. I thought he was ok, so we popped in the car to collect daddy and headed to speech therapy.
AND.... holy shit balls. James was yelling and screaming at the speech therapist. Yelling and screaming at me. Asking for anything and everything he has every known. He made his dad drive around the block multiple times, open and close the door 500 times because it wasn't done in the right order (thank you THEORY OF MIND).
After the most horrendous speech therapy visit he calmed a little. Then he screamed for daddies red car, Theo transitioned him to the red car and took him for a SURPRISE (thank you YOUTUBE surprise egg videos). But tick for amazing DAD!
So Theo got him home and he refused to get out of the car.
Quick switch with Theo and I found myself driving him to the beach. A place I know calms him right down. He was so excited! I am not sure whether its the proprioceptive work, the sound of the waves or the touch of the sand but the beach is James' happy place.
We had a great time until MR J MAN decided to bury his surprise toy eggs in the sand!
Yes thats right... in the SAND! You know it was like trying to find a bloody needle in a hay stack!
WHY O WHY did he bury them?
If you were at the north beach this afternoon you would have seen a crazy mother and child making angels in the sand. Not for fun. To simple find two bloody surprise eggs because if I didn't find them it would have been Autism world war 3.
I actually found them! Thank F for that ! James and I then headed to collect our water balloon supplies for tomorrows 'bomb poppy moment'.
Now we are home.
I am beat.
I have wine in hand.
I am not making dinner.
Today is one of those days that I realize autism is bigger than me.
Bigger than you.
Autism is F***** stubborn!
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe and DRINK WINE.