Splitting headache as I type this update. Please pardon any typos. It’s been way too long since I’ve updated. I’m terribly sorry about that, but as everyone who knows me, knows by now … My modem is on the blink. I hauled the whole darned thing to my parents and I got disconnected there too. So it’s gotta be the modem. Right?
Oh, well … enough of that.
What else is new? Been dealing with a lot of fatigue this week. Not sure what is going on there.
Field Trip Hell!
Tuesday was Soccer Blast at “Sports Blast“. An indoor soccer field. You might remember our pictures from last year? Our county has Special Olympics soccer games there every fall. Let me tell you, it was anything but a blast! Stephen decided he was going to be the biggest brat in the world on Tuesday. In a way, I can’t say I blame him. This is how it went: The children all had to stand in line forever, just to kick the ball one time. Who’s big idea was this? Are they kidding? Special needs or not, I don’t know a kid in the world who would be happy about that. In all fairness, his dad and I got there late. I was not feeling well and had to make myself go. Maybe they had a blast before we got there. I couldn’t tell you. I felt sorry for Stephen’s aide as she tried to keep him entertained in line. He would try to break free from her and break in line. At 11:00 they had lunch break so the bigger kids could play, and he pitched a good old-fashioned fit and refused to eat. Not only did he refuse to eat a bite of lunch, he screamed at the top of his lungs till his face was as red as a beet. A fireman friend from our town came up and said, “Is Stephen okay? He’s not injured is he?” “Not yet!” his father replied. Eventually, we had to gather his lunch, escort his little butt out to the car and he finally got his mind off of soccer long enough to catch his breath and eat a little. Finally, it was time for the fun and games to begin again. We went into the building, found his teacher and handed him over to her and said, “Here he is. We’re leaving. See ya later. Bye.”
Ahhhhh, silence was bliss! Stephen’s daddy suggested we eat lunch at Chili’s. I didn’t argue. I ordered a man-sized order of baby back ribs and ate like there was no tomorrow. In fact, I believe I even had barbecue sauce in my eyebrows when I was finished pigging out. [I’m a stress eater. … You can imagine]
How’s that for an update? I just want to set the record straight and possibly disappoint all of you who thought I was a perfect mother who never loses her patience with her child. Let me make it clear; I am not a saint. Actually, I’m just like everyone else. I’ll go so far as to say, most are probably way better than I! I get stressed just like everyone else. I yell at my child. I know a good opportunity to use the school system for a babysitter when I see one! And I did so, this past Tuesday. :P
Fall carnival this weekend at the school. Do we dare go?