An event rarer than a lunar eclipse happened in our house this morning. Firstly, we all slept past 7am on a Sunday morning. But more amazing than that, Long Legs slept past 8am. I then went on to lose nearly 2 hours of my life by going to see the Spongebob movie. Let's go back a couple of weeks when the film first came out. The Short One was desperate to see it but as there were lots of other films out at the same time, I 'suggested' Spongebob might need to be left til the weekend because Daddy would want to see it too. The Short One was happy with this and it soon became entrenched in his mind that he could not go and see it unless Daddy was there too. I had a day at Uni last Saturday, perfect opportunity to go. Daddy decided to take them elsewhere. The Short One was not impressed. Mummy less so. The Short One is so desperate to go, I suggested it as an option when we had a trip to the movies in the week. Long Legs declared all the films too babyish, on the back of going to see Fast and Furious 7 for his friend's birthday, declaring I only see M films now Mums. Ha ha, yeah right. The Short One said no, because he had to go with Daddy.
Yesterday, Mummy suggested another perfect opportunity to go. As you know, if you read yesterday's post, Daddy decided to go the water park. The Short One by now is getting grumpy. His Spongebob t-shirt is virtually walking out of his chest of drawers itself to climb onto the Short One's body. So this morning was to be the morning all was well. I prepared to wave them off and rather stupidly said, 'you don't want me to come too do you?' 'Of course I do Mummy.' Ah well, it can't be as bad as the reviews are making it out to be. Well actually, I haven't read those reviews but I've heard they are not good. It would be fair to say they are pretty accurate. Praise the Lord for Antonio Banderas, the only reason I did not stuff popcorn up my nostrils in an attempt to snuff myself out of the misery. The movie makers knew what they were doing casting him in the role as an appeasement to all the poor mothers out there who were being made to go and see this film. But the stinger, the absolute nails being pulled out by pliers moment has to go to the Short One after the film ended, who then declared it 'boring'...
We decided (the husband and I) to increase the agony by then popping into the shop for some food. The Short One's pain knew no bounds and Long Legs who was expecting LL2 to return for a play, after his comatosed state last night, was equally unimpressed. We made it out alive and without the need to deny all knowledge of knowing who 'those children' belong to. I joke of course about shopping nightmares but it's really no joke on occasion and emotional regulation, which is an issue for both my boys, as it is I suspect for every child on the spectrum, can be very difficult to understand if you don't know the ASD reasoning behind it. The ASD brain can be very fixed in the way it thinks, that's why a lot of ASD kids need routine and to know what's happening and when. Any detour from things happening the way they expect can lead to a multitude of emotional responses.
The Short One expresses his inability to cope with things by crying. A lot. The Short One, if you did not know him and did not understand the agony he goes through when he doesn't understand why something is not going the way it is being played out in his head, you would think he was a spoiled brat who threw a tanty every 10 minutes because he wasn't getting his own way. It's very exhausting trying to pre-empt his every thought which of course is his thoughts, not words, so we have no idea what he's thinking and have to channel our inner psychicness. When I made Long Leg's birthday cake the other day, he had apparently asked to help me decorate it. Whilst I stood there decorating it on his actual birthday with Short One in the same room as me, watching me, I forgot his request. And clearly, given that he was watching me, he was that absorbed in the tv or Lego too much to remember himself. However, later on, his memory returned and he threw a major wobbler. He wanted to help me and I should have remembered.
Long Legs turns green and goes by the name of Hulk when he can't cope. Long Legs has improved dramatically over the years. His current displays involve shouting the word 'no' a lot and running away. I should be grateful my walls get left in one piece but it is highly frustrating. Last week he ran around the street refusing to get in the car because he had no warning that we were going out. Again, if you didn't know him, you would think he was being a very rude, insolent brat. Which to be fair, his method of choosing to tell me he is not happy with me is not acceptable so it's definitely something we have to work on tomorrow with the psych. Today he stomped around when we got home from the movies because his brain was stuck on the fact that LL2 was meant to be here today with him. He was that exhausted he fell asleep relatively drama free last night but he spent the day waiting to hear if LL2 was coming over today to play still. A message finally arrived from LL2's mother saying she was bringing him over, which I will confess, doing a little happy dance to.
Apart from a trip to the movies, the purse has had a day off today! So I'll leave you with a few stories from The World of The Short One. His brilliance showed no bounds with this. 'Mummy, in the film Ghost, how come the ghost can walk through walls but when he sat in a chair, he didn't fall through?' I had no answer. Later on when we were sharing a bath, his curiosity led to the opposite end of brilliance when he stuck his finger in the bath tap to see what happened. 'Mummy, my finger is stuck and it hurts.' Again, speechless. After our bath, he decided to show me his ridiculous by putting my white bra on his head with the cups over his eyes 'Mummy, look I'm Wall-E!' Head shake and eyes roll. Til tomorrow x
No comments:
Post a Comment