An Autistic Morning....
Recently, my husband started a first shift job. He fools with the sleeping schedule, so he can maximize his good feelings during the day...
This morning he got too much, or too little, (which I am not sure) and he woke up on the very wrong side of the bed. From the moment my eyes opened I was bombarded with "I cant do this", "I hate first shift", and "I'm done". All I could do in reply was to provide moral support, and let him know that I believed in him and that he could do it. By the afternoon, he was indeed ok.
On my way home, I stopped to pick up breakfast at McDonald's. My normal order is four sausage biscuits. Today, however, a bacon and egg sandwich found its way into my lone bag. Now, in a normal situation such as this, the upgrade would be welcome. In my house, however, a battle soon ensued.
I long ago learned to pick my battles, and so when my son saw that there was a differing sandwich in the bag, he wanted it right off the bat. He sat with it in his hands for more than five minutes, when he decided he wanted his normal one. The routine here continued for more than two hours. I could do nothing more than sit and watch as he sat with a sandwich for a while, ran to the fridge and exchanged it, and performed the same ritual with the other sandwich. In the end, he didn't eat breakfast.
When all was said and done, all I could do was turn to my roommate and say, "This was definitely an autistic morning."
~ Kaida ~
This morning he got too much, or too little, (which I am not sure) and he woke up on the very wrong side of the bed. From the moment my eyes opened I was bombarded with "I cant do this", "I hate first shift", and "I'm done". All I could do in reply was to provide moral support, and let him know that I believed in him and that he could do it. By the afternoon, he was indeed ok.
On my way home, I stopped to pick up breakfast at McDonald's. My normal order is four sausage biscuits. Today, however, a bacon and egg sandwich found its way into my lone bag. Now, in a normal situation such as this, the upgrade would be welcome. In my house, however, a battle soon ensued.
I long ago learned to pick my battles, and so when my son saw that there was a differing sandwich in the bag, he wanted it right off the bat. He sat with it in his hands for more than five minutes, when he decided he wanted his normal one. The routine here continued for more than two hours. I could do nothing more than sit and watch as he sat with a sandwich for a while, ran to the fridge and exchanged it, and performed the same ritual with the other sandwich. In the end, he didn't eat breakfast.
When all was said and done, all I could do was turn to my roommate and say, "This was definitely an autistic morning."
~ Kaida ~
posted by Kaida @ 9:37 PM
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