If you missed the start of this series, you can find it here. A lot of things will be the same or very similar.
A grumpy beginning for me today, calling for a “do-over”. The Bounce was brief. Zeus stayed, but Ben took off before the bedquake had receded. I heard him pounding down the hall, followed by Daughter’s mumbles, so I figured he finally did what she says every night she’s off and went to ‘Mommy’s room’. I went back to sleep.
I was awakened at some later time by “Gramma! I need help!”. He had gotten the box that Amazon shipped the 40 pound bag of dog food in (why?), placed it in front of the closet door mirror, and wanted me to close him inside. Ummm…. no, bad idea. Although thoughts of Garfield shipping Nermal to Abu Dhabi did cross my mind, not gonna lie.
After much back and forth, I unstuck my eyes enough to see what time it was. 7:00AM. Hmmm… I got up and went to check to see if he’d had his meds. Nope! Thoughts of putting Daughter in the box crossed my mind. I delivered his meds, and went to hide in the bathroom.
I calmed myself and got my coffee and went to start my morning email and blog reading. Zeus was with me, every.step.of.the.way. Ben bebopped back and forth between the living room and my room.
Again, the box was brought into my room with the request to close it. Why didn’t I just pitch the box into the recycle bin, you ask? Instant meltdown is why. If I had gotten rid of the box, Ben would’ve lost it. He gets ‘stuck’ on an idea and he can’t move on until whatever it is, has been done. I tried to discourage the closing of the box. Sometimes he can be discouraged or redirected, sometimes he can’t. It looks like if he pesters me long enough, I’ll give in. If he wasn’t autistic, I’d agree. But he is autistic and his brain just won’t let go. So…
I was seriously tempted to ship him to Abu Dhabi, but I can’t afford the postage. He wanted me to carry the box, with him in it, into the living room. He didn’t understand that while I am amazing with a roll of tape, lifting 100+ pounds of Ben In A Box is beyond my abilities.
Laundry was started at some point, mid-morning. It was a disjointed, noisy, befuddled morning and I just focused on keeping my Zen and shielding myself from the chaos.
I took the clothes over to the laundromat dryer around 1:00PM. Daughter was on the couch, watching some movie on her tablet (Avatar is still on repeat on the TV) and Ben was playing with his chalk.
All that dust from shaving them down. UGH!
I picked up the clothes and brought them home and folded them and put them away. Whew! I only had 2 jammie pants left that were clean. Now I have lots!
Ben spent most of the afternoon just watching his tablet, playing with his PJ Mask toys and his chalk. The weather felt calm and I think that helped. Zeus just snoozed on the bed, near me at all times.
Ben got up a few times, looking for something to munch on, or just wandering, but always came back to hang out with me. I really do think that he can sense my Zen and sometimes it helps him relax. My family has always depended on my mood being even…for them. It’s like as long as Angie/Mama/Gramma is okay, everything else will be okay. It’s a lot to carry, and sometimes I stumble, even fall, but I always get back up and keep going.
Dinner, meds, bath, bed… the evening routine went as smoothly as most of the day. If this is the new normal, April will be the easiest month I’ve had in a long, long time.
I have a feeling that this was my reprieve, that chaos will return. Daughter goes back to work tonight. That means I’ll be on living room duty for the next 4 days while she sleeps. I’m sure Ben will come up with something to keep me occupied.
Hang in there my Blogging Buddies. I know we’re all adjusting to a lot of changes and uncertainty, two things that people hate most. We can help each other, across the miles and time zones, we can keep each other company and lift low spirits or lend an understanding, compassionate ear. Reach out… I’ll be reaching out too.
Come on by Casa Cuckoo tomorrow, we’ll have some adventures…