Sweets for me and my sweets
There’s tiramisu in the fridge again. (Insert contented happy dance here.)
It’s such a mess to make, but so worth the effort and the cocoa dusted counter tops.
Have I mentioned lately how much I hate grout?
It’s everywhere in my home and nowhere in my dreams.
And this evening, my grout is cocoa powder brown. 😐
But like I said, there’s tiramisu in the fridge again.
And it’s the good kind.
The almond kind.
It’s not the rum kind.
It’s this kind. 🙂
OCD and then some
The little boy is going through an increased phase of obsessive compulsive behaviors again.
He has some of these behaviors all the time, but every month or so they intensify for a while.
It makes us tired. And frustrated. And teary. And sometimes really, really mad.
He will insist we do things for him that we haven’t done since he was a baby, or ever.
Tonight, for instance, he called me to come into the bathroom as he was finishing his shower.
“Mama, pull the plug?”
I’ve really never pulled the plug for him after his bath time, but suddenly, he is desperate for me to do it.
When I refuse and explain that it’s his responsibility to pull the plug, he starts a tantrum.
I leave the room. 😐
He has also started asking us to push him or carry him everywhere again.
THAT makes me lose my mind.
I sit at the dining table with my cereal and he wants me up so that I can carry him three feet, from the kitchen to the couch.
I ask if his legs are broken.
Sometimes, he gets the point.
Sometimes, not so much.
And just now, he was standing in the kitchen with me.
He was waving a cloth napkin in his hand.
“Mama put the napkin down?”
He wanted me to take it from him so that I could put it on the counter.
You get the picture.
Penny for your thoughts. And your patience, please.
Before we weened ourselves away from the little boy’s private psychologist, we got one last piece of great advice.
She suggested we offer him a penny every time he waits patiently at a red light.
Until we started doing that, he would absolutely freak out in the car.
He doesn’t like to wait.
He doesn’t like things he can’t control.
Traffic + his being in the backseat with a limited view = intersection of all anxiety, mine and his.
I’ve written before about being pelted in the head with McDonald’s toys, having my seat kicked, having my ear drums pained by sudden blood-curdling screams, and having papers and magazines torn to pieces.
All because of red lights. Or pedestrians. Or bicycles. Or buses.
Being in the car pretty much sends my kid into the deepest recesses of his autism.
Or at least it did, until we started the pennies.
Now, things are usually okay.
And this week we took the pennies to Vons and threw them into a CoinMaster machine.
He bought another nightlight. 😀
In the wake of some marital strife – no, you don’t get details – I have concluded that the husband needs a fabulous weekend like I had in Pasadena.
I suggested it today and though we do have a lot on the calendar in the next several weeks, I think it will work with some creative planning.
So, husband, start thinking about all the guy stuff you wanna do.
I will help with reservations. 🙂
And that’s all she wrote.