If you missed the start of this series, you can find it here. A lot of things will be the same or very similar.
With the super dry weather, and lack of clouds, sunset was mild. The air was super clear, so that was nice.
We got Ben fed, doped, bathed, and ready to Drive Miss Daisy. The drive went fine, and The Boys were ushered into Ben’s room when Ben and I returned. The only problem was Dogzilla knocking a mostly demolished box of Pink Cookies (from a previous shopping trip… I try to stay ahead of demand) off the back of the couch, getting them open and eating most of them. The Big Dumb Jerk! I told him he was Very Naughty in The Voice. He has been doing all kinds of stuff he knows he’s not supposed to. If he keeps it up, he’s going to find himself outside when we have to leave.
Blah blah blah, Stuff and Things. Yadda yadda yadda, food, pill and sleep around midnight. I slept badly for whatever reason… waking up every hour until 4am when I got Bounced and commanded to turn over a box of chalk. I pulled the blankets over my head, and told Ben it was “still dark time and too dang early for nonsense”.
Ben and Zeus bedquaked me and jostled me, and I mostly ignored them. Ben decided on a new tactic… laying on top of me and rocking to and fro. I was on my side, and he was mostly across my hip and bent legs. He weighs over one hundred pounds (46 kilos), so he was hurting me. I told him to stop, he was hurting me, but he laughed cuz he doesn’t get it. I was finally able to get out from under him, yelling the entire time… it HURT, and went to hide in the baño.
He followed me of course, banging on the door. I told him to leave me be, but he said “Ben to go potty”, so I got out and he entered. He really did need to go, but it’s like it doesn’t occur to him until I’m in there. Autism gives him a disconnect from his body. He doesn’t realize when he’s too hot or cold, his pain threshold is ridiculously high, and he waits until he’s ready to pop before using the baño unless we tell him to go.
I gathered his stuff, my stuff and two boxes of sixteen piece chalk and went back to the living room. It wasn’t even 5am yet, and I was Couch Sittin… Sigh.
We got Daughter from work, came home, she went to go sleep, and Ben and I went back to him doing his chalk thang and me Couch Sittin. I went through my email, ordered a couple things for Ben’s Easter Basket, and more chalk… always more chalk.
I also dozed. I didn’t want to doze, but four hours of broken sleep isn’t enough. My body kept taking over and shutting down. The only way to prevent it is to stay in constant motion. Some days I do that, with Ben’s help, bless his little heart, but he was happy doing his chalk thang today.
I got up and cleaned up the various piles of chalk dust to get my blood pumping, banish the dozies, and to clean up! I’m so tired of chalk dust.
I checked in with Mr Sven occasionally. He didn’t move anything except his eyes yesterday, but was a bit more active today. He cracks me up with a “hand” in his dish, then a “foot”.
Daughter got up around 2pm and took over Couch Sittin Duty. I made a fresh pot of coffee, got a cup and headed to my room. Ben went outside to sing Celebrate at top volume and do his thang with the chalk out there.
It’s almost time to start the PreGame show. All the synchronized things that go into getting Ben ready to Drive Miss Daisy then settle in his room after dropping her off. Almost time for my nightly sunset viewing and picture taking, too.
Today’s Lurve offering for Paula is my tattoos. I got the Moon about twenty-five years ago and the Sun a few years later. I’ve never regretted getting them, and wanted to get more, but the money was rarely there and I always felt there were better uses for it when it was. Now with the plaque psoriasis, I may not be able to do it at all. Plaque psoriasis goes crazy on broken skin. Anyone with ink will tell you that tattoos are addicting.
The DJ in my head has been treating me to this song for a few days. It’s a great song, but I keep trying to sing it. I can’t sing. And I certainly can’t sing Pat Benatar songs… my horribly out of tune voice is too low. We’ll just let Mrs Giraldo sing, yes?
A chaotic, painful, WAY too early morning and a chill day after. Maybe the meds, maybe the chalk, maybe the combo… doesn’t matter what facilitated the chill, it was chill. Daughter is off tomorrow night (GLYSB Eve!) but she’ll be sleeping after we pick her up, so another Couch Sittin day for me. I hope I have enough chalk. ¡Hasta mañana!