It's been an expensive week here at French Fry Inc. First, the furnace decides it doesn't need to work on a cold Monday morning. Then, I have to schedule my car to get a big repair done. Finally, the iPad aka THE LOVE OF MY KIDDO'S LIFE, decided to die.
I'm not going to lie. I"m barely keeping my head above water but I am prompting myself to remember that while these are problems and legit ones at that, they are also fixable. Even though we're probably going to eating a lot of Ramen for the next few months. I'm still going to panic and freak out. Every now and then I'm going to go hide in my laundry room where my family never goes and play Fat Princess Piece of Cake on my phone and center myself. I'm going to also list some of the more cooler moments with the Kiddo lately in my head. That always cheers me up.
1) Yesterday during speech therapy he saw what last Bingo piece he needed to win. So he tapped into his inner neurotypical 10 year old boy and cheated. Yep, fixed the game so he could win. I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't be laughing at that but dammit that's funny. What a sneaky son of a gun. He wasn't subtle about it though. Did it right in front of the therapist. No shame. Just like his Ma!
2) This morning is the dreaded Wednesday. He hates this day at school. Just can't stand it. Doesn't like the fact that the gym teacher he loved is no longer there to teach that day like he did last year. (Selfish teachers and therapists going on with their lives and their careers. Don't they know they aren't allowed to ever leave till the Kiddo does?) So what does he try to tell me this morning? That's it's half day of school and the part that is closed just happens to be the part he hates the most! Isn't that a convenient? Lying right through his teeth! That's some problem solving!
3) But my favorite part of the week is strangely during a meltdown. Let me explain. Sunday the kiddo was bouncing off the walls. I'm not sure what was going on but he had energy for days. His impulsive drive was just cranked all the way up. He decided it would be a really great idea to balance one of our bar stools at the top of a small set of steps and then sit on it. He then added an extra element of danger to it by then rocking on the stool. As you can expect this idea did not end well, it ended in tears. He stumbled down the steps. Landed on his backside and got a good shock to boot. All of this happens in the span of like five seconds. I run to him to make sure he's okay. He ran and gave me the biggest hug. Collapsed into my arms crying. Why is this a big deal? Because up till now if he hurt himself, he didn't want anyone touching him at all! He would beat me if I tried. You know how much that killed me as a Mom? Like Mom is suppose to swoop right in and hold crying kiddo to my chest and comfort him. All the sudden now he wants me to do that?? Holy cow Kiddo! I'm so glad you fell! I get to go with my instincts for a change. It was really nice.
I hang on to these little moments with him with a white knuckle grip. Sometimes these little steps are the only things that gets me through a hard day. Hell, who am I kidding here? A hard hour! We've come so freaking far. Yeah, there's a bazillon miles to go but I have these little bits of awesome to hold to keep me company on the road. I'm always so fearful that one day the progress will just stop. I try not to let myself think that way but it's always sitting there in the back of my head. I often wonder does progress have a shelf life? God I sure hope it doesn't.
All I know is I'm probably the only parent that's taking their kid out of for a side of fries for lying, cheating and crying. Good job Kiddo. You made a bad week good again.