When it rains it pours. We’ve all heard that one before. At the Lost and Tired house, however, it goes more like this: “when it rains it pours….inside our house”. Apparently the gutters on the 3rd floor must be clogged again because it’s raining inside the house. The water runs over the gutters and down the outside of the house (you know, path of least resistance and all) and into our living room through the windows and around the windows. Have I mentioned before just how much I love this house? Just in case it didn’t translate well online, that was total sarcasm.
The boys had great days at school today so that was AWESOME. I called and picked up the van today. It would otherwise be just sitting there until at least Tuesday. They can’t find ANYTHING wrong with it but they know it’s there somewhere. My parents need to have their car back so it just made sense to pick up the van, at least for emergencies over the weekend. Their advice to me was “don’t drive it”. I have very little intention of driving it..at least with the kids in the car. While I’m on the topic of my lovely van I wanted to explain something and maybe some of you can relate.
Kids on the spectrum are prone to anxiety, I think we all know that by now, right? My kids are VERY prone to anxiety, especially Gavin. While I realize that many people drive “less-than reliable” cars it presents a very unique problem for aside for the obvious. The boys are VERY aware the van is having problems. If they weren’t before they were after the other night’s break down and the nightmare that ensued. See the problem is that my boys become VERY anxious when they know something isn’t right. For example, a few years ago Gavin was riding in the car with someone who ran out of gas. NO..it wasn’t me…give me some credit. However, since that time Gavin has been…well…paranoid (for lack of a better word) about running out of gas. He’s always asking if we should stop for gas. It actually kinda freaks Elliott out. So just imagine the anxiety associated with riding in the van after the other night. I feels like I’m torturing them by putting them in the van until I can tell them that it’s fixed. So there is quiet a bit of pressure I feel to get this things fixed or replaced because at this point we may be knocking on that door.
So this has been a mixed bag or good and bad. Oh and Emmett snuck out of the house naked and I mean naked. I had just walked in the house and was putting my things down and he ran around the corner completely naked and popped open the front door all while giggling uncontrollably. I guess it was kinda of funny but at the same time not really. It was more funny just hearing him giggling. Anyway all the mini’s are down for the night..well..at least until they wake up. sigh………