Tired is an understatement

Before reading I apologize about my rant you are about to read, a little much maybe but that is just a glimpse of what my day truly was.

I had forgotten yesterday that my preschoolers do not restart school until Wednesday.  They only go three days a week until 1pm.  But, those three days oh how I love it!! I can workout, run errands quietly, clean the house quietly, or my favorite come home and have a cup of coffee quietly.

It was also the first day back to school for my two older children- J and S.   I had really thought that S would be so happy and excited to go back to school.  NO that was not the case.  The moment that I woke her up for school, she was grumpy/whining/yelling.  She was mad about everything!!!  I guess she's right though, of course she was mad her schedule was changing, yet again!! She had fits to the car in the car, at our errands, going to school, at the school, however the moment her teacher said "Good Morning Salma."  She was all smiles, snapped out of it like it never happened and off to her day. Should I be thankful for this? Or wish just once she would lose it for them?

One friend had said once "The one thing with aspergers/autism unlike other things is that no one can tell the child is autistic from the outside, there is not physical appearance that marks them.  And if you didn't know better you would think the kid was just being disagreeable (aka: BRAT)."  She is so right.  It is horrible when your kid loses it at six years old with a fit in public.  She is screaming Nonsense at you.  Hitting you when you come close and all you can do is pick her up and hold her till she calms down. Even then she is hitting and trying to get out.  Sometimes a simple "shhhh.... " in her ear like a baby works. And sometimes (like yesterday) daddy has to step in and take over. What am I going to do when she is bigger then me? At the end of this when she is tired all you do is hold her in your lap and soothe her any way possible.

I try to gear myself up if I can expect it.  It never seems though like I am ready enough.  As soon as we were walking to car after school. Here returned my poor exhausted daughter, true and blue, whining and crying.  I felt so bad that we had a baseball game to attend later in the evening and deep down knowing what is to come.   Daddy as he is embracing this is yet again the more patient one, there is something sweet about just having to look at him with a certain look and he knows it's one of those moments as he comes to SAVE THE DAY.

While the rest of the day remains for Costco errands (feeding a family of six).  Warning Costco: A crazy mother with two preschoolers and pushing two carts alone is on her way - WATCH OUT!  Payless shoe store for sandals for K. Cleaning house as always and of course the everyday adventures of who knows what.