I walked in from Blog Her and within 1.5 hours of stepping off the bus I was off to my mother in law’s birthday. Did I mention I had to cook for the event too? Yeah, fun times. Well the party was fun the cooking and screaming out the door was not. Suffice to say, I am having reentry issues.
Working in July was all cake and roses I had the kids out of my hair for three hours a day. I could do everything I had to do for my freelance gig and heck have time to surf the internet too. It’s August and all bets are off. The kids are full on with me ALL the time. No programs, no lessons. Today we walked 2.5 miles one way to a park play date and then we walked home. You’d think that would wear the little buggers out. Wrong. They at this point have the stamina of Michael Phelps because they have been training all summer. They looked at a walk like that as an appetizer to real exercise.
We arrived home and they were in no way ready to deal with school work. We got home so late from the park I had to feed the wildmen and took Ryan out to therapy. It was a great therapy session except I forgot to mention the little thing of Ryan’s obsession with a bomb in his room. It is getting worse. He won’t go in his room without me, my husband, or Aaron either day or night. He makes me search his room every night because he is positive that a bad person has been in the house during the day and that person is hell bent on blowing Ryan up as he sleeps. I reassure him, I try to talk him through it but with no effect. He is constantly out of bed saying there is clicking in my closet!! I tell him the clicking in the closet is me in the other room writing my article on the zodiac. He finally gets into the tent of blankets around his bed that block out everything he needs it to because of his sensory issues, muttering about the bombs as I try to tell him I love him. He wakes up in the morning petrified and he runs full speed to my room in case the bomber planted a bomb over night. Yeah, the anxiety is getting bad.
We did get the school work done after the therapy appointment and the boys wanted to watch the movie Cool Runnings which was playing in the waiting room at the therapist. We researched where Jamaica was and why it was weird for Jamaica to have a bobsled team. I got one of my articles done while Aaron lay next to me shaking the bed and intermittently demanding HUGS and SNUGGLES.
One more article. I wonder if I will have to finish that one while standing on my head while pretending to be a bomb sniffing dog.