Oh mercy. I can hardly wait to see that little yellow bus stopping at my house. Actually two of them. I believe the children are bored and need to go back to school.
The past couple of days have had the stormy weather here at our house. Of course to add to it, the heat has been so hot and muggy..even makes parents grumpy.
My autistic son continues to trash his room daily. In anticipation of going to recycle with daddy, the new trash bags disappear very fast and then I find them in his room. Thank goodness he does not empty them in there, which would add to the massive mounds of trash already on his floor. Yesterday, it was 97 and he was dressed in fuzzy sweats and a sweatshirt! And this morning at 5AM, I found him in the bathroom, with the sink overflowing because he had taken 8 bottles of craft paint and dumped them down the drain. I, in turn , was a bit ticked at my dear daughter, who once again failed to put them away.
My daughter has been fairly good lately, outside her usual refusal to listen to instruction, mouthing off and defiance. When she is upbeat, she plans things and of course orchestrates all activities in the house.
My hope and prayer is to find ways to channel the wonderful talents she has to give her confidence and have positive experiences. I have an appointment with mental health to talk about the evaluation.
Today, finds my husband out of bed a bit more and he seems to be feeling a bit better:)
The past couple of days have had the stormy weather here at our house. Of course to add to it, the heat has been so hot and muggy..even makes parents grumpy.
My autistic son continues to trash his room daily. In anticipation of going to recycle with daddy, the new trash bags disappear very fast and then I find them in his room. Thank goodness he does not empty them in there, which would add to the massive mounds of trash already on his floor. Yesterday, it was 97 and he was dressed in fuzzy sweats and a sweatshirt! And this morning at 5AM, I found him in the bathroom, with the sink overflowing because he had taken 8 bottles of craft paint and dumped them down the drain. I, in turn , was a bit ticked at my dear daughter, who once again failed to put them away.
My daughter has been fairly good lately, outside her usual refusal to listen to instruction, mouthing off and defiance. When she is upbeat, she plans things and of course orchestrates all activities in the house.
My hope and prayer is to find ways to channel the wonderful talents she has to give her confidence and have positive experiences. I have an appointment with mental health to talk about the evaluation.
Today, finds my husband out of bed a bit more and he seems to be feeling a bit better:)
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