I feel so sorry for my little boy. He has been standing at the window staring down at the kids playing in the little wading pool outside. The kids are calling up to him. I feel horrid about thinking in very vulgar terms about the little girl who keeps calling up to Michael to come down. I would have brought him down expect for hearing a comment at 3pm from one of the women down there. She said her beer was getting watery.
I do not allow my son around people drinking. He has witnessed me and his father with beer-which is rare for me and probably already out of his memory, and as a baby his paternal aunt and uncle. But when it is not me and his father, simply put, I do not want him around anybody drinking, especially at this time of day and outside around lots of kids. I do not condemn people who drink occasionally in their own homes I just have my own rules about it. He does not understand why he cannot have a beverage, and I do not want him knowing about alcohol at the moment. I do not drink pop anymore. Actually that is more than just because I do not allow Michael pop. It is bad for your health and I simply do not need it.
Plus, I am terrified of losing my son to the state. They can swoop in on any BS and take kids. Iowa is evil. With him being Special Education and after discussing him at the meeting regarding OTHER children, I am scared. I admit it. My son is all I have in life, and I am not going to do something stupid. I may live a boring lonely life, but all that matters is Michael.
PS I apologize for my horrid typing lately. Between migraines and a sad excuse for a keyboard (which is less than a year old) and my dyslexic fingers, things just do not always come out the way I am thinking. I need to leard to double grammar check.
P.S. I apologize for being a
P.S. I apologize for being a moron any of the times that I've been like, "what?" and you've been like, "that was a typo." I especially apologize for that in memory of my dad who was dyslexic and who truly struggled with spelling until the day he died (God bless spell check). And I apologize for all of my typos, too.
I just cringe at every typo
I just cringe at every typo I've made when I go back and read stuff that I can't go back and edit (and they have been numerous). I certainly can't brag about having superior typing abilities - lol.
Atta girl Holly....., sounds
Atta girl Holly....., sounds like me =) See I knew there was a reason I
liked you =) Im extremely careful too.
I would think though when
I would think though when you already lost your kids once and people complain about your drinking you would not allow your kids around beer either. But I guess I am the only one living out here who has this no booze around my baby rule. I feel so badly because Michael wanted to go outside so much and it just hurt him not understanding why Mommy said NO.
This no-booze rule of yours
This no-booze rule of yours is VERY SMART, for so many reasons. If I know there will be visitors to my house, I'll even tuck the dusty bottle of cooking wine away. Because we do receive services from the county/state, I too am concerned that we may be under closer scrutiny than others. If anyone comes over to my house, I try to not to have dirty dishes in the sink and I take out the gargbage. If time permits, I vaccum and check the bathroom. I have been told things have to be very bad before kids can be taken away, and I know that there is a shortage of foster parents. But that still does not really reassure me. It would just be humiliating and embarrassing to get the metaphorical white glove treatment. (White glove treatment: If someone were to come to the house with a pair of white gloves on, find a smudge of dust anywhere in the house and sneeringly find the housecleaning to be substandard).
About the pool/beer incident: There are a lot of things that don't make sense to our ASD kids, like why they shouldn't eat food that has fallen on the floor of a restaurant, why they can't grab all the toys the want in the store and then run out, why they can't walk in the middle of the street, etc. They don't understand why they can have a sip of one beverage but not another.
I really don't think my son understands that I'm in charge because I'm the adult. I think he seriously thinks that I make up crazy arbitrary rules just to make him miserable. Like, if he's playing in the kitchen and dumping cupfuls of water into the sink, I'm okay with that. But when he starts dumping cupfuls of water onto the floor, I make him stop. (Because we don't want anyone to slip and crack their head open). I mean what kind of sense does that make to him? I'm clearly a big fat meanie to make him stop.
But, he eventually gets over it and forgives me. Perhaps in a week he won't have any clear recollection of anything whatsoever that happened today. Tomorrow is another day and all that.