Today, I awoke with such a refreshment and such a joie de vivre... that hallucination lasted a mere 42 minutes and I wish that I could go back and repossess my day so that I will be able relive the day.
Is there a rewind button on life? Because quite honestly, I want to rewind and a re-do. My son has Aspergers and his day was set upside down by a field trip from the Pre-K building to the "big" school and the library. He was with his teachers and friends (and yours truly as one of the chaperones). In addition, he visited the librarian who currently comes down to his school to read books.
Let me back up just a smidge, the day started out with him not wanting to get dressed. I should have known from that moment that we would jump off an emotional cliff that would end with me in a comatos like state staring at this computer and willing my husband to walk through the door. Right now they are upstairs having bath time, but I digress.
After a bit of a wrestling match to get the boy dressed, there was an argument over the cereal type I had decided to give this morning. I changed bowls and thought the rest of the morning would smooth out. This part of the morning was the happy part.
My girls were reading the morning prayers and as luck happened it was raining. I thought this would be great. No school yard to set of the son's sensory issues. Waiting in the hall was a million times worse. I was head butted, feet stomped on, and an umbrella weilded at my head. Finally, I decided to take him out and miss the girls' recitations. Luckily, my mother was along to be a face to beam at the granddaughters.
When we finally reached the street, I was bitten repeatedly for the crime of removing the umbrella that was hitting me. I was punched, kicked and called a variety of names. I managed to keep it somewhat together and stoically walk Gregory the block to his building. Then I quickly deposited him with his teacher with a terse, "Good luck. It's been a bad morning." Then as the door swooshed close behind me a father asked me, "Having a good morning?" I answered, "No, actually." Then I promptly burst into tears and blathered to another friend and took off back to the big school where I saw one of my best friends, but could not even talk to her because I was crying too much.
The teacher had asked me to be a chaperone as I was leaving because she was worried aobut him. So after a quick breakfast, I returned to the school with a heavy heart and reluctance. Gregory seemed fine with the walk to the library and the actual time in the library. Then we had a surprise visit to his classroom next fall. Dear Lord above, you would have thought they were caning him. He refused to try out a desk and when asked his favorite part he said, "I'm nervous about Kindergarten." Then he and I bolted into the cafeteria because he was mess.
On the walk back to his classroom, he seemed fine. Then as a treat I took him to see "Rio." They were having a sensory friendly showing at a local theater. So we enjoyed the movie with lunch and I thought the day was back on track. From pick up until now it has been one thing after another and right now my world is black and I see no upside. So feeling trampled by a dinosaur right now, reminded me of this song:
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