Its 12.30pm this world.
We were out the door early and off for some sensory input at the UOW early start discovery centre.
James is not feeling his best at the moment.
He is all over the place.
Scattered. Pulling the house apart. Seeking.
So I thought a trip to the centre was the best idea. It was fantastic but Theo had to go to work, so we had to leave after 2 hours. James and Scarlett both didn't want to leave. Most of you mumma's with ASD souls will know when they don't when they don't want to do something.... well, they don't.
So we had to bribe them out the door with selecting ONE thing from the shop..
ONE thing.... ONE thing..
James left with about 10 things and Daddy spending $30 on tiny little sensory crap.
But hey anything to make sure he doesn't go into meltdown... right?
Sometimes... argh actually all the time I feel like we just give James what he wants whenever he wants it.
Is that bad parenting? NO, its called keeping our sanity.
If you don't have a child on the spectrum you wouldn't know what a MELTDOWN is like... you may have experienced a severe tantrum. A meltdown is an explosion, a force that we choose to avoid at all costs because quite frankly my soul is already suffering from being worn down day after day after day with a label called AUTISM.
So, we are home now.
James is still on edge. Not on the edge of glory... on the mother f**cken edge.
Today is one of those days where I feel totally lost... like WTF now. Is it sensory, lack of routine, lack of therapy or is it his bowels???
He doesn't have the ability to say 'hey Mum, I can't stand the tag in my shirt today'... I just gotta be a mind reader.
Ok so there is probably 500 spelling mistakes through this blog, but I am not going to re read it to fix it. I am going to post this. Make a strong ass coffee and work out what I am going to do with this sensitive soul for the rest of the day. Maybe it's an outside play with the water day. Water always calms his soul.