Tornadoes and a Technicolor yawn
First I want to send out good wishes to my friends in the Chicagoland area and hope their homes and families fared the storms okay. Jen lost power and Internet access in Oak Park but luckily still had electricity. I also have friends in Oak Lawn, Plainfield and other areas and I’ll be checking in on them if I can. The storms started up here in Michigan today and the news was full of downed trees, overturned RVs and the like. Thankfully we only had heavy rain and some thunder and lightening.
Iz finally succumbed to the virus rolling around the house. Iain came in to wake me up in an unusually cheery mood (he’s not usually a morning person) so I was none the wiser about what I was going to face once I meandered down the hallway to the living room. Gracie was asleep on the living room floor so I knew she was feeling worse today (she threw up while we were eating lunch at Charly’s yesterday — thankfully while in the bathroom). I sat down at the dining room table to do something and looked over at Iz walking toward me. I was still waking up so I wasn’t quite sure what I was looking at but then realized that her nightshirt was covered with some dried substance all over it. I came to find out that she had gotten sick but never came to wake me up. Poor baby woke up vomiting but never came to get me to help her. I investigated her room and while it could’ve technically been worse, she was sick in an area that required my summoning circus-like talent to clean. I’ll spare you the details.
Today I got absolutely nothing done. My poor girls were feeling lousy but I felt bad for Iain because he was supposed to go to a fun pizza picnic lunch up at the school and we just couldn’t go. His first grade teacher sent him a challenge to read 20 books and if he did, he’d get an invite to a secret, fun activity. Yesterday we found her up at the school since we hadn’t heard from her about the location of said secret, fun activity and got the details. After finding Iz in the state she was in this morning, there was no way we could go. Iain had a very hard time dealing with it and was very angry. When he gets really angry and frustrated he clenches his fists and although he tries his hardest to suppress it, he starts crying in sort of a muffled frustration. He turns a beet red and sort of growls (for lack of a better description). All I could do is hold him and help him calm down.
I felt so bad for him because change is challenge enough but telling any kid that they are going to miss out on something fun isn’t going to be fun, much less a kid with Autism. He eventually got through it and calmed down, poor guy. I told him that maybe we’d invite his old teacher (who may be Gracie’s new teacher!) over for dinner or take her out somewhere. She cares so much about him and he had her in both kindergarten and first grade. He came so far with her and there will be nothing I’ll be able to do that will truly show her how much I appreciate what she’s done for him and for us as a family.
