My husband stopped at Home Depot on his way home last night. He picked up a carton of fireplace logs and a deep pink potted miniature rose.
When he walked into the house, the little boy looked at him and said “A log! A rose! Good job!” Considering where the day began, that made us chuckle. Smart little boy.
He went to school this morning. His initial protest was predictable and annoying, but he seemed to snap out of it when I told him I would take him to school in his pajamas if he didn’t put on his clothes. I guess he figured I was serious.
Clearly, he has developed some sort of social anxiety about being in his jammies outside the house. That part actually makes me a little sad. He’s only eight. Kids should feel comfortable being in their jammies, whatever the scenario. But he doesn’t, and it’s no surprise. It’s worth repeating, he’s not like other kids.
Tomorrow starts a four-day weekend. My swollen eye and I can’t wait. I need to stay in the house as much as possible. We have a few things planned, but I can’t really handle the brightness of the sunny skies until my eye gets better. It’s hard to drive, hard to walk, hard to do anything but just sit still. My eye is more sensitive to light than usual and today’s chilly air is downright painful.
This afternoon, I was lucky enough to catch up with some friends for a long lunch in a dark restaurant. Sitting there, with my back to the windows, was the best break my eye has had since the stupid balloon popped on Monday afternoon. Thank you, friends!
The little boy is home from school and planted at the table with a book of mazes.
He also makes me draw mazes for him. It exhausts me. You try it. It’s not as simple as it sounds. The maze has to be tricky, but not defeating. My son is very crafty and sharp-eyed, but he’s still autistic and he frequently displays escalating and sometimes explosive frustration when he can’t figure out a solution to something. Mazes are a challenge for us both.
There are plenty of mazes on the internet, but my printer doesn’t work right now and I’m not too keen on dropping all my toner on that anyway. Mazes are sort of ink-laden.
What to do? More books, I guess.
I remember liking mazes and other brain teasers myself when I was his age. I wonder how my parents kept my supplies well stocked. I don’t remember ever doing without them. Hmmm.
The husband and I are constantly working on crossword puzzles at the dining table. I guess that’s our grown-up equivalent of what the boy likes. Maybe there is hope for his interest in reading. Language is a maze too, isn’t it?
Anyhoo, not sure how much writing I’ll get done over the long weekend, so I’ll catch you back here in a few days.
P.S. Evil husband tried to plant bad 80’s pop music in my head as we were drifting off to sleep last night. I countered with Hank Williams and some Donny and Marie. He sang some Rush and Scorpions and I responded with a Partridge Family tune. We both got stumped trying to remember the Billy Joel song from Bosom Buddies and then were equally tortured as it seemed the theme to The Greatest American Hero would never escape our addled brains. Luckily, I remembered this Elvin Bishop song, one of my all time teenage favorites. I happily drifted off with it spinning in my mind. (Enjoy that video – there wasn’t anything official, so I figured I’d choose something a little off the wall for you. 😀 )