My son has anxiety. So bad sometimes it has him curled up on the ground sobbing. He feels things to the extreme. I think that is part of his autism. It’s just him and there is nothing wrong with that. It’s just learning to deal with it that tries my patience.
This morning he came into the kitchen asking if school was cancelled. Nope. He argued that it was cold. Yes. Yes it is. But people can still safely get to school. I ended up driving him to school and telling him that we have to do things that aren’t fun for the rest of our lives. He got out of the van and said he hated me. I said, “Good.” I know he doesn’t mean it. That kid loves me so much. He just hates that I made him go to school.
This past summer we bought a 15 passenger van. An OLD van. 1999. Old for a car anyways. This is a no frills van. Like only has a radio- no CD player bluetooth, nothing. No cruise control. Manual windows. Manual locks. It’s basic. I love that it has vinyl floors and vinyl seats. You know how messy 8 kids can be? I can sweep and mop this whole vehicle. That’s what sold me on it. That and it was in our budget. The A/C doesn’t work but we lived. And I found out this morning that it really hates the cold. Like brakes don’t like to work well in the cold. It’s going to be a go to church once a week vehicle in the winter, if even that. Great.
When I said my windows are old and cold I wasn’t joking. The first two years we lived in the basement of this house while my sister-in-law’s family lived upstairs. (That is a tale for another day.) In the winter we’d have at least 2 inches of ice on the windows. This morning I went in to straighten up my daughters room and opened the curtain for light and found this…
So beautiful! I took these pictures with my cheap phone. I got my camera out and took some good ones. I think I’ll enter one or two into the fair next year.
I managed to keep up with the kitchen today. And I got all the laundry separated into the kids baskets for them to fold and put away. Will they do it? That is yet to be seen.
We got a dump truck load of wood last week. My husband’s cousin, who lives with us, works for a guy who was clearing it off of his land. We got it for free. Well, when they dropped it off we were about to head out so we just cleared the sidewalk off and left with the intention of putting it to rights this week. Edgar, the cousin, is one of those people who doesn’t wait for anything. He has to be busy every second of the day and everything must be done right now. There is nothing wrong with that. I just don’t operate like that. Maybe I do, but I have so much going on in my head I don’t know what to get to first and so I am everywhere or overwhelmed and do nothing. I do think about the best way to do it and get to it eventually. Anyways, last week he stacked all the wood up against the house. Then this week he un-stacked it and split it so he could stack it again. Double the work which is what would have avoided. I was going to leave it in a pile, split it, then stack it. But if that is how he wants to spend his time– twice– then okay. I feel bad he works so hard at my house but Alex said that is how he pays rent. We don’t charge him anything to live here. Just labor when he wants to pitch in. I am grateful for the wood though, especially if this last week is a precursor to how this winter will be. Alex helped out when he got home from work.
I made a possible mistake. In wanting to make an after school snack for my kiddos I made muddy buddies but I was lazy and just threw what I had together. Peanut butter, white chocolate chips, Chex, and powdered sugar. They taste like Reese’s Pieces. I love Reese’s Pieces. I just took a lick. I’m on day 9 of my new eating and so I grabbed a handful of almonds and went to the basement where I wouldn’t be tempted. They ate it all so I didn’t really have to worry about it. Unless I licked the bowl. I didn’t do that.
These past few days I have been thinking that I don’t spend nearly enough time with my kids. I am great with babies. Teenagers I can do because I just talk to them like I would an adult. The kids in the middle is an issue for me. I have forgotten how to play. It is sad. And it is also kind of boring. Sorry, not sorry. I am an idea person. I let them execute it and I watch. So today, in an effort to play with them because I had the three littlest kids glommed onto me and I decided I needed to take advantage of it. I had them all giggling when singing I’m a Little Teapot and John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt while being ridiculous and tickling them. They thought it was hilarious. My favorite sound in the world is little kids giggling.
The other day we had sung Speckled Frogs in the car on the way home trying to keep the baby happy and quiet (it didn’t work) and the song stuck with Noah. Last week when I was shopping for a present for Michael I had Noah in the cart and as I pushed him through the store he was singing Speckled Frogs. It was so cute!
Now they are all playing hide ‘n seek when they should be getting ready for bed. Gideon just found an amazing hiding spot. Now if he could just get into it in time. He’s under the Lego table behind the chair. He’s telling Noah he isn’t ready yet and to keep counting. “You didn’t count to 50 yet, Noah!” I don’t know if the 3 year old can count to 50. I’ve only heard him go to 20. “I’ll tell you when I’m ready! Noah, I’m done!” I don’t think he’ll ever be found. Sam hid under the couch. At least they are creative. As long as no one jumps on the couch with kids hiding in it we should be good. No guarantees.
Kids don’t come with guarantees.