I Was Looking Forward To A New Week!!!

I was looking forward to a new week until it happened. I woke up and it is Monday, May 18th. I spent most of yesterday trying to forget last week.......and it has started all over again. And I guess to be truthful, last week has just not ended. So technically, am I still in last week, or am I in a new week? I'm no longer sure.

Let's start with Friday....my 10 year old stole $1.00 from me.....why, one might ask? If I had the answer.......stealing $1.00 or $1,000.00.....there is no difference for me. Of course of Thursday she stole a balloon at school, and I received a call from the school....My punishment for her would be as follows: Sit on your hands as a reminder not to use them to take something that doesn't belong to you. However, on Friday, I received a call from the teacher letting me know that my form of punishment was not acceptable because it can cut off the blood flow to her hands. Of course the entire time the teacher was talking, I was thinking that my daughter was lucky that I hadn't cut off the blood flow to her entire body.

Saturday evening....time for bed. At which time she projectile vomits everywhere. No fever, no additional nausea. Hmmmmmmmmm. After the mess was cleaned and carpets shampooed, I went to the restroom and found a sticker that read: DO NOT EAT..DO NOT EAT...DO NOT EAT....in three different languages. So as I touched it to pick it up, I find that the sticker is moist. I asked my daughter if she had put this in her mouth.....and she replied yes. Of course, the next half hour on the phone with poison control and "ask a nurse". Turns out that a pair of shoes that had been purchased had this sticker on them. Stickers are now used instead of the little packet of silicone beads.........And yes, can and will produce projectile vomiting. And because she did not eat the sticker...she should be fine after vomiting. Keep her up for a couple of hours to monitor her breathing. blah blah blah....Like I wanted to be with her for additional time. Almost every minute of every day, I have to remind myself....she is autistic. And the truth be told...I know that I am fortunate that she is high functioning...but dear God.....the sticker had been placed in the garbage. Yuck!!

The Sunday rolled around. And the offspring of my husband wanted to spend time over here. You know, just Daddy & me time. Whatever!!! Freak!!! In one weeks time, she has gotten rid of the retard.........and decided that she is a lesbian. Yes, a lesbian. You know, I have no problem with people having different sexual identities.....however, with her.......it just makes me nauseous. I could be wrong, but I believe that you are born with your identity. It doesn't just flip flop in a weeks time....and again, I could be wrong. I spent the day in my room during her visit. Although, I did try to make conversation....and it was rejected. Guess I'm not her type!!

This morning, now Monday, should have, could have been a little better.....but NO. By 7:30 a.m., I have a 10 year old, 6 year old, and 2 1/2 year old all fed and dressed for the day. Hair brushed, teeth brushed, beds made, dishes done and it's looking good!!!!

At 8:30, I have dropped off a 10 year old and 6 year old at school. I decided to treat myself to a Starbucks!!!! Oh yes, a hot carmel cappacinno. It was wonderful. The 2 1/2 year old in front of the television having his 2nd breakfast of tater tots. Then, the phone rang and it was the school. Letting me know that the 6 year old was throwing up. I'm on my way. I get him picked up and delivered back home....It is now 1:16 and the poor baby has thrown up atleast 6 to 7 times...all gingerale of course. And then with the most pathetic look on his face....crying he says...Grandma, I thought I had to toot....and now there is poop all over me. I respond to him...."that's okay baby, no one has to know...this is what Grandma's do, hurry up and take your clothes off, and I will run a bath and wash your clothes and have them clean before anyone else comes home".

I hug him tightly, wanting to gag and vomit myself........when I realize that I really love this child. However, ISABELLA, six year olds do not poop, the shit.

Please keep in mind that while this vomit/poop event is going on....I am also meeting the needs of the 2 1/2 year old......by the way, he shit's too. He no longer poopies!!!

So laundry is going....2 1/2 year old down for a nap...and six year old laying on the floor in the bathroom so he is near the toilet. Because, Grandma has limited over the counter medication to make him feel better.......But, I will be prepared by this evening. Trust me, I will be at Walgreens purchasing one of everything!!

Hope you have a nice day!!!!!!!!! Because the above mentioned is probably the best part of my day!!!

Til' next time...................