My son is like an old man when he wakes up in the morning. This is not meant to be offensive to the actual elderly gentleman out there that may read this, but, my son who is 7 years old moves like a large tub of molasses every day that he gets up.
"Good morning buddy" I always say.
And 99% of the time I get a grumble from the heap of blankets that cover his bed.
"ARGGGHH....morning Momma." says my Jake.
The door to his room is always shut at night when I finally climb the stairs to go to bed at night, only because Atticus, our one eyed blind cat, likes to jump on Jake's face all the time. Probably because he can't see really well, and he loves to snuggle Jake. Which means when you open the door to Jake's room it always smells like pee, because Jake won't wear Pull-ups anymore, and he insists on wearing regular underwear to bed.
I open the door, and get hit with the smell of his pee. I am thoroughly glad that its not the smell I'm used to from work when I open doors to peoples bedrooms or houses, which is a combination of stinky feet, decomposition, B.O. and cigarette smoke.
"You pee your bed buddy?" I ask.
"Yea, I sorry Momma. I can help you do it." meaning that he can help me strip the bed, which I have done almost every day since he stopped wearing pullups.....which was about a year ago.
I pull back his blankets, and a few Lego guys fall out, and land on the floor. Atticus comes in and bats them around, and Jake rolls over, stretches, and looks at me.
"Momma, is it raining out today?"
"Not too sure buddy, but we gotta get ready for school ok? Let's get you cleaned up and dressed."
"Momma, please can you check the Weather App to see if its raining today. Please I need to know."
I open my phone, check the Weather network app, and lo and behold, its raining as we speak. I haven't even look out the window yet. He takes two pills a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, and he HAS to get it before he starts breakfast because he wont eat it.
I wash him down with a warm wash cloth, and lay out some clothes. Jake owns two pairs of jeans. TWO. He HATES jeans. He doesn't like the feel, the tightness, and most of all, he isn't comfortable in them. He has shorts and jogging pants. And it has to be joggers with pockets. He NEEDS pockets. He will lose his mind for half a day if he can't find a pair with pockets. I pull out the joggers, place them on the bed.
"Ok, buddy, get dressed."
I go downstairs, make him a bagel, Cinnamon and Raisin, with brown sugar cream cheese, and place it on the table. He will only eat one of three things: Bagel as above, Rice Krispies, Mini-Wheats. He is very particular about his food.
"Jake? How you doing buddy?"
"Good" he replies, but I can hear him singing some random song he's made up, and making shooting noises with his mouth, and I know very well hes only got one sock on and hes still mostly naked.
I go up the stairs, its been about 15 minutes by now, and he is still naked, swinging his hands around and singing the random song. I help him get dressed and usually I'm so tired from working the night or afternoon shift, all I am thinking about is getting my kids off to school so I can possibly go back to bed. He asks probably 20 questions about my shift last night...."did you catch any bad guys? Did you have to fight? Did you get in trouble? Did you see any car crashes? Did you chase anyone and run them down? Did you have to taze anyone? Did you take anyone to jail? Did you help anyone? Did you do any good last night, Batmom?" He calls me that because he said before that all I do is park my batmobile in the garage, and leave when its time to do crime fighting. I laughed, really hard at that one.
He comes down the stairs, jumping and yelling and it's now 0815 hours, and I have had to tell him about 20 plus times now to try and be quiet. Which for anyone who has or knows a child with either ADHD or Autism is totally impossible.
My daughter Leighton, will be dressed, ate her breakfast, brushed her teeth, and ready for school with her lunch kit before Jake has even finished half of his bagel. He entertains himself by trying to talk to me while I am running water washing dishes and I have to keep reminding him that "I can't hear you Jake, hang on". So we play this morning game of me turning off the water constantly just to hear his conversation. I wish I was able to sit down most mornings to chat with him, and hear all of his ideas but if I was to do that, we would never make it school on time, let alone at all.
He finally finishes eating and puts his dishes away, which has taken a lot of training, and says to me "Can I bring Legos to school?" I look at him, and he starts to do this nervous laugh, I call it the Joker laugh, because it seems like he is laughing but hes really not. He nervously giggles if he thinks he's in trouble, or is about to hear "no".
"Jake, you can't take Legos to school remember? You are too distracted."
And now the anger begins. He doesn't pitch a fit, but he gives me this look, and I know the look is of anger, and disappointment. He starts to pick at his nails, and pulls the skin back from his nails, causing them to bleed. I have to walk over and ask him to please stop, and explain very carefully why I can't let him take Legos to school.
Out the door we go, and Jake is very quiet. He hasn't gotten his way, and we get to school, and he constantly turns his back to everyone, and wont say Good Morning to anyone, including his favourite teacher. I have to wait at the school to hand him off to someone, because he can't be trusted to be left alone, and his morning teacher comes to get him. "We having a good morning?" I reply "sure", but I know that its like Russian Roulette if he will have a bad day or good day. We all hug and kiss, Leighton goes with her friend Lily, and Jake with his teacher.
It's now 0900 hours, and I feel like my day is almost half over already.
Momma Bear
"Good morning buddy" I always say.
And 99% of the time I get a grumble from the heap of blankets that cover his bed.
"ARGGGHH....morning Momma." says my Jake.
The door to his room is always shut at night when I finally climb the stairs to go to bed at night, only because Atticus, our one eyed blind cat, likes to jump on Jake's face all the time. Probably because he can't see really well, and he loves to snuggle Jake. Which means when you open the door to Jake's room it always smells like pee, because Jake won't wear Pull-ups anymore, and he insists on wearing regular underwear to bed.
I open the door, and get hit with the smell of his pee. I am thoroughly glad that its not the smell I'm used to from work when I open doors to peoples bedrooms or houses, which is a combination of stinky feet, decomposition, B.O. and cigarette smoke.
"You pee your bed buddy?" I ask.
"Yea, I sorry Momma. I can help you do it." meaning that he can help me strip the bed, which I have done almost every day since he stopped wearing pullups.....which was about a year ago.
I pull back his blankets, and a few Lego guys fall out, and land on the floor. Atticus comes in and bats them around, and Jake rolls over, stretches, and looks at me.
"Momma, is it raining out today?"
"Not too sure buddy, but we gotta get ready for school ok? Let's get you cleaned up and dressed."
"Momma, please can you check the Weather App to see if its raining today. Please I need to know."
I open my phone, check the Weather network app, and lo and behold, its raining as we speak. I haven't even look out the window yet. He takes two pills a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, and he HAS to get it before he starts breakfast because he wont eat it.
I wash him down with a warm wash cloth, and lay out some clothes. Jake owns two pairs of jeans. TWO. He HATES jeans. He doesn't like the feel, the tightness, and most of all, he isn't comfortable in them. He has shorts and jogging pants. And it has to be joggers with pockets. He NEEDS pockets. He will lose his mind for half a day if he can't find a pair with pockets. I pull out the joggers, place them on the bed.
"Ok, buddy, get dressed."
I go downstairs, make him a bagel, Cinnamon and Raisin, with brown sugar cream cheese, and place it on the table. He will only eat one of three things: Bagel as above, Rice Krispies, Mini-Wheats. He is very particular about his food.
"Jake? How you doing buddy?"
"Good" he replies, but I can hear him singing some random song he's made up, and making shooting noises with his mouth, and I know very well hes only got one sock on and hes still mostly naked.
I go up the stairs, its been about 15 minutes by now, and he is still naked, swinging his hands around and singing the random song. I help him get dressed and usually I'm so tired from working the night or afternoon shift, all I am thinking about is getting my kids off to school so I can possibly go back to bed. He asks probably 20 questions about my shift last night...."did you catch any bad guys? Did you have to fight? Did you get in trouble? Did you see any car crashes? Did you chase anyone and run them down? Did you have to taze anyone? Did you take anyone to jail? Did you help anyone? Did you do any good last night, Batmom?" He calls me that because he said before that all I do is park my batmobile in the garage, and leave when its time to do crime fighting. I laughed, really hard at that one.
He comes down the stairs, jumping and yelling and it's now 0815 hours, and I have had to tell him about 20 plus times now to try and be quiet. Which for anyone who has or knows a child with either ADHD or Autism is totally impossible.
My daughter Leighton, will be dressed, ate her breakfast, brushed her teeth, and ready for school with her lunch kit before Jake has even finished half of his bagel. He entertains himself by trying to talk to me while I am running water washing dishes and I have to keep reminding him that "I can't hear you Jake, hang on". So we play this morning game of me turning off the water constantly just to hear his conversation. I wish I was able to sit down most mornings to chat with him, and hear all of his ideas but if I was to do that, we would never make it school on time, let alone at all.
He finally finishes eating and puts his dishes away, which has taken a lot of training, and says to me "Can I bring Legos to school?" I look at him, and he starts to do this nervous laugh, I call it the Joker laugh, because it seems like he is laughing but hes really not. He nervously giggles if he thinks he's in trouble, or is about to hear "no".
"Jake, you can't take Legos to school remember? You are too distracted."
And now the anger begins. He doesn't pitch a fit, but he gives me this look, and I know the look is of anger, and disappointment. He starts to pick at his nails, and pulls the skin back from his nails, causing them to bleed. I have to walk over and ask him to please stop, and explain very carefully why I can't let him take Legos to school.
Out the door we go, and Jake is very quiet. He hasn't gotten his way, and we get to school, and he constantly turns his back to everyone, and wont say Good Morning to anyone, including his favourite teacher. I have to wait at the school to hand him off to someone, because he can't be trusted to be left alone, and his morning teacher comes to get him. "We having a good morning?" I reply "sure", but I know that its like Russian Roulette if he will have a bad day or good day. We all hug and kiss, Leighton goes with her friend Lily, and Jake with his teacher.
It's now 0900 hours, and I feel like my day is almost half over already.
Momma Bear
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