GOD HAS A SENSE OF HUMOR

I am not sure why but yesterday started like any other day, but didn't end that way.  I picked up my son from his school therapy program, and it was like a spinning top came through the doors. I looked at the lady at the front desk where you sign in and out, and asked ok who wound him up and forgot to give me the key to shut him off. The rest of the day was same way I picked him up.  We did homework, I sent him out to play to hopefully burn off his energy, that didn't work. He came back in more wound up than before if that was even possible. I sent him to do his chores, cleaning the bathroom he uses, and the one downstairs. Still wound up, we tried some more exercises with the wii, it has been a very long time since I have seen him this hyper; and the rest of the night was the same . I gave him a warm shower, we read stories, we did prayers n songs. I had his sound machine on to rain which usually works for him. We did breathing relaxing exercises, I did massage therapy, NOTHING worked! I had a good work out climbing our twenty stairs at least five different times all between 8-10. I was getting impatient and felt bad I know this is something he can't help. The last climb he was sitting in his bed crying, I asked what was wrong, He says I don't know what is wrong with me, my heart won't stop racing, and I am tired. This is a huge improvement for him to express how he is feeling. He is a nine year old high functioning autistic child with everything on the spectrum trapped in a five year olds mind. I felt so sad for him, and didn't know how else to help him. I lastly tried one more holistic sleep aid pill they are something he gets before bed to help relax him, they are the size of a pebble and he gets 6 of them. NOTHING was working for him. I took him downstairs to be with my husband and I at 1030, and he calmed down but not sleeping, by 11 I took him back upstairs, told him to listen to the rain, and feel the way your body moves when you breathe. He finally crashed shortly after that. WELL god was not done yet with his sick humor. I finally get to bed around 12ish, and start falling asleep when I hear a high pitch scream at 1233 am, I jumped hit my head agains the headboard, and banged my foot at the bedroom door. I run into his room ask what is wrong, no answer, I asked again a blank stare. I sat and waited for him to calm down, I called his name quietly and told him he is safe, talk to me. He finally looked at me shaking, I held him, and told him again he is safe, and walked him into our bedroom. I had him lay down on our couch tucked him in with his stuffed animal and his blanket, sang a song, and shortly after he fell back to sleep, THANK GOODNESS. The alarm goes off at 630 I can get a few hours and still function. I just wish I knew what was wrong with my son. He woke once more in fear two hours later, and woke for the day by 5 ready to bounce and go again. I looked to the ceiling and said are you kidding me, please, please don't do this again to us. I dragged my head off the pillow, shuffled him back to his room to watch a movie till 630, I wasn't ready to deal with him yet. I just had a feeling today was god needing some laughter, and needed me to be his play toy. Once downstairs getting meds ready, and breakfast ready, and that is always a chore, I ask him every moring what he wants, I dont't know why I do, I guess I am hoping one day it will change. He had toast with melted cheese open not closed, so it can't be grill cheese because that he won't eat, but if we call it open face that is ok, some fruit as long as there are no specks of something on it or he won't touch it, and getting him to sit still and eat is like the energizer bunny on crack!

We finally get him out the door,but in between it was please stop touching the dogs ears, the dogs food, stop getting up just eat pleaseeeeeeeeeeee, Some mornings I feel like a cross of refree choosing my battles, and an auctioneer. Then it was the debate of socks, the colors don't match his clothes, or he can't get them on, geting out the door is a chore and finally and as we get into the car I asked where are his sneakers, he forgot to put them on. I have thrown the flag up this month and bought velcro, it wasn't the fight anymore getting him to tie them, he can tie but refuses to and struggles to shove his foot into a tied shoe which just leds to more frustration, and if I untie them the f5 tornado would start, not worth our stress. While driving half way to his program it dawned on me god was not done screwing with me yet. I hear from the back of me, mom I don't feel so good, I am nasaus, and my stomach feels wierd. I hand him a mint, and asked do I need to pull over so he can throw up. He says no I dont need to throw .... and BLAHHHHHHHHH projectile all over him, the car floor and crevices I didn't think were possible. I called my husband told him we are on our way home, call the school. He wanted to know why, I said cause god has a sense of humor and won't stop screwing with me.  My car smells like burnt eggs, left over rotten pizza, and fresh strawberies. He apparently also thinks this is funny and I said guess who has the last laugh to him, you will clean the car with me to enjoy the funky orders I have to endure for the next 20 mins driving home. I instructed my son when he gets home consider today a Sunday, a day of rest, he proceeds to argue with me cause in his literal world it can't be Sunday on Thursday. I said OK, just don't get off the couch unless you have to pee or throw up again. When we got home, my dear husband stopped laughing and started gagging, I said not so funny is it?

It was a half hour later that I realized I had a womans care drs appointment, and my husband had to take his daughter to school, SO puke bag, and gator aid, saltines, toys, and a dvd later he is in the  car going with me. I gave him instructions DON'T MOVE OFF THIS CHAIR unless you need to pee or throw up, didn't I just say this not too long ago? Thankfully he emptied his stomach out in my car and no where else. He behaved and heading home, I hear mom I dont feels so good, I said OH NO, I pulled over, and pulled him out of the car, and said ok go a few mins of bile and crackers later, we are heading home again, literally five mins. from our home, the sky darkens and the clouds burst, once more I find myself talking to the ceiling REALLY! you couldn't wait till I got in the house, I am done with your antics for today, please stop. The rest of the day was on and off this way, he finally crashed for a half hour, my poor son looks misrable and is upset that he is sick. The end of my dinner hour ends with a flash light down a throat without tonsils and that looks wierd, IS it possible for tonisls to grow back? There was a little flap back there that has not been there in four years. SO doctors office we go tomorrow, happy bday to my middle step sons 17ths bday, your present to you is a wish you don't get your  step brothers cold! I think that is what he is getting, all stuffy n sore throat, AND me I have my own health isues with a limited immune system, mom can't get sick. The last time I was sick, the ship sank in this house. why is it only moms know where to find things, and fix things, and cook things, and all I heard was mom doesn't make it that way, mom where is the .... NOOOOOO  mom will not get sick do you hear me, as I again talk to the ceiling, and my son is laughing at me now and thinks I am his enterainment for the day. I said no it is just god and I debating who will laugh last.

Reviews

[Renay]

I was right there with you through out it all, very descriptive. Yes, God DOES have a sense of humor, but like you sometimes I wish he would choose someone else to be his comedian!