Yesterday had a terrific time at a bowling birthday party for Sophia's friend M. It was good to get out and see friends I haven't seen in awhile (one girlfriend is 4 months pregnant and I had no idea!) . I realized my personality is likely so abrasive and loud and crazy that I most likely make these people glad that they only see me once every 4 months for a birthday party. I think the kids liked all the high-fives I was making them give me. After figuring out that I was going to make them give me a high-five EVERY shot, they just started coming over to me and giving me one, even after getting only 2 pins down. See ABA therapy works on regular kids too. :)
Zach had a bit of a hard tiem with the new environment at the bowling alley. I made special cupcakes for him - but they were strawberry and kinda gross. When he saw the real cupcakes come out - he went nuts. I felt so bad that I didn't make him better cupcakes. I thought I had my bases covered by just having the ones I made and bringing GFCF sprinkles. He saw those chocoalte puppies and Steve had to leave the building with him. I suck. Now I know to make a better effort next time - he likely would have sat around with the kids and started to mix more if he didn't feel excluded from the cupcake ritual. Like I said, I suck. Won't let it happen again.
We have a weekend with no therapists, no social commitments, no major craziness? YES!
Well, no. I forgot about the car thing.
One good thing about the car thing: all the police stuff should now be over with pending no additional info. coming through. All the paperwork has been filed. Our stolen car incidence has caused a string reaction of things, most notably, my neighbor now keeping their garage door closed, a neighborhood watch group forming, and the lead story on Channel 3 NBC 11:00 news a few nights ago with the officer who has been working with us in our neighborhood. Yeah.
Now the bad thing about the car thing: we have to get a new one. Today should be the day. Wonder how the car dealership is going to do with two crazy children running around the showroom. Maybe they'll give us a better deal just to get us out of there. That's what I am banking on. Gonna wear the autism awareness T-shirt for some inspiration and maybe even a little pity.
OK - so maybe things are not going to be as calm as I would like. But no sick kids and time to just hang with the family will be great.