I don't want to MOMMY today. Not at all. Not even if you paid me. Well, maybe if you paid me, but not if it wasn't at least five million dollars. I guess though, the worst is over and it can only go up from here. If you're looking for some funny today, this may not be your place. I'm out of sorts. Out of patience. And out of sanity. I'm clinging to my sense of humor like my life depends on it, which today it just might. *sigh* Calgon, take me away.
First of all we got up at 5:30. Not by my choice ever. Then we marched around with our arms crossed, scowling, because I wouldn't turn the game on (he can't have it till 8). Then, per schedule, as soon as he saw I was wide awake, he went back and napped. Grrrr.
Meanwhile- I let the dogs out. Well, two of them, Lillie refuses to go out, preferring instead to just do her business inside. (Therein lies the 'out of patience') Which she did. In Cody's room. Unfortunately I didn't know this until he traipsed down the hall with both feet covered in dog poop. Which he'd tried to pick off, so it was also on his fingers and hands, not to mention everything ends up in his mouth, so yeah, there, too. I was nearly in tears. So I wiped off the biggest mess, stuck him in the shower and cleaned the floor. All the while trying to get Randy to get out of bed so he could go to Physical Therapy (cue more 'out of patience').
Then while I am showering the boy, he did something he has never done in his entire life. He pooped in the shower. Yes, really. I couldn't make this stuff up. At this point, I am thinking what the >actual< crap?! So, I cleaned that up. Re-showered him. Handed him off to Randy who has finally gotten out of bed. And stood there in the stream of cold water, cuz we'd used all the hot and this point, and cried. Not my finest moment, not my best of days. Some days autism wins. But, seriously, it can only get better from here, right?
Thank you for attending Pyscho Hour at Dennisonville. And
nerve pill on board, I now return you to the regular scheduled programming.