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I was attempting to nap yesterday afternoon, as I was wiped out from the MRI contrast and as I had to take off the dexcom for the MRI I took the opportunity to test out my old (not expired, just previous) pain meds, which made me quite drowsy – which I do not remember, so maybe I was just drowsy because the pain was low and so manageable… My eyelids fluttering closed is the signal for kiddo to find the noisiest game or toy to play at this end of the condo, while hubby disappears into the bathroom or suddenly is compelled to do something that he has had years to complete but right now he cannot he break focus from it.
So I usually don’t wind up napping.
Once I was out of bed, and annoyed, kiddo decided that he was going to nap. And he did. We could not get him up for dinner, homework, nothing at all….From 5 until 11 he napped…Jeff carried him to the bathroom at some point and decided that Alex was down for the night and closed his bedroom door…
At 6am today there was a very distressed little boy climbing into our bed. He was losing his marbles because he missed dinner and now the sun was coming up. Alex is very rule and schedule based. The world ceases to turn for him if something isn’t complete, like a ritual, like dinner. The new day starting without him having eaten dinner is somewhat like if you made a non-PDD kid go to school sans clothing. (assuming the non-PDD child isn’t in love with their nakedness the way many in the 2-4 year old set are, of course)… It’s not right, it’s not how things are done.
So he lost it. He sat on our bed and wailed as though someone has stomped on his heart and the pain was unbearable. We had not caught on just yet, and tried to tell him that it was ok, that clearly his body needed rest more than dinner and if he was hungry we could make him some toaster waffles.
But he needed dinner.
And the sun was coming up fast.
And the screaming grew louder.
(sorry to our understanding neighbors who never complain…you have no idea how much we appreciate your kindness.)
I toasted some waffles. Alex looked at them as though they were a squirming platter of venomous snakes.
Finally, absolute brilliance struck Jeff.
He declared that it was still night in our house. He shut the shutters, dimmed the lights, he heated up a slice of pizza and called Alex to have dinner in the den. Alex still wasn’t buying it, but he was willing to listen.
Jeff jammed a few bites of pizza into Alex’s mouth. Alex calmed down and declared that hey could now have breakfast.
But Jeff knows that Alex is more detailed than this and this freakout could potentially drag on for the entire day, or even days. Alex requires so much structure, but the world doesn’t always cooperate. We have been here enough to understand a little of how Alex functions, even if this is one trait I do not share with him, I am his mom and I see how his breakdowns become more than mental or emotional, they edge into the physical (when he was a baby we thought that the crying it out thing was still within normal realms when he was still crying after a few hours… and then he’d vomit… that was a clue that what works for some probably wouldn’t work for us, and not because any of the parties involved were being indulgent, we had a different kid, for better and for worse…This was one of our first clues…I wish we could have interpreted it appropriately…)
Alex’s favorite “game” these days is “time machine”…He pretends that Jeff’s walk in closet is a time machine (it has a sliding pocket door, that fits Alex’s description of a time machine)… Jeff finds it funny that Alex’s time machine doesn’t actually travel through time- but it does go to the moon, to the master bedroom, and to target so we can get more Annie’s Mac n’ cheese in the family size box (yes, this is one of Alex’s gems)….
This morning, Jeff saw the opportunity…He grabbed Alex’s hand and said “no! You can’t have breakfast yet! It’s night! You just ate dinner! We must go to morning! To the time machine!”
So we all got in and Alex pressed the appropriate buttons (pretend buttons) and made the time machine sounds… When we “arrived” he opened the door and stepped out and declared “Good Morning!” and was giggly and happy, like any other morning….
Needless to say, I’m putting “time machine” on our list of tools (which I will share, dear reader, soon…promise)…
The picture on the left is a chalk/chalkboard drawing hubby did of Alex in his time machine…He also made him a “pop up”/moving parts card of the time machine for christmas… There was a home depot gift card inside for Alex, so the two of them can build a model of Alex’s time machine…
I love the two of them so much….
I hope you have a wonderful day…. Perhaps if it’s not going your way, you could try the time machine trick? :-)