Much to my delight, I found out that my new autistic kid is out through today because his family took a trip to Philly. Can I get a WOOT! I know this sounds mean but this kid is a handful and wears me out. Mostly I feel for Diane who is aide to him for 3 consecutive bells...she benefits the most when he's absent and suffers the most when he's here. I've said it before - he's like an octopus...eight arms, all over the place, can fit into small spaces and is sometimes very ellusive. You just never know what he's going to do or say. For instance, last week he was upset because he wanted friends and didn't have any (Gee...I wonder why). I tried to talk him down by saying, "You're new...it takes some time." And then I tried to have a conversation with him about how to talk to people. (Not quite sure what I was thinking. It's nearly impossible to have a conversation with him...he looks away, turns his back on you, sometimes walks away...completely in his own world.) Anyway - after trying to have a lesson on "how to make friends" he walks up to one a kid and say, "Will. You. Be. My. Friend?" And the kid said, "Sure!" Then, my autistic kid turns away and loudly exclaims, "OH NO!!! I'm afraid my friends are stupid!" I said, "Uh, no, he's smart and you're in the same class so..." Little shit! He then sat down in a chair, grabbed his man-boobs (kid needs a bra) and started bee-bopping around like a hoochie girl. I don't know WHAT that was about but I immediately said, "STOP THAT!!! THAT'S INNAPPROPRIATE! You aren't going to make friends that way!" Just a taste of what we deal with!
I woke myself up last night talking in my sleep. I was having a fight with Jim's brother Rob. He was being a pain in the ass and I was telling Jim about it and said (in my dream and out loud), "He's got some God damned nerve!" Scared the shit out of myelf and jarred myself awake. Funny. When I told Jim about it, he said, "How is Rob!?" (Rob passed several years back) and I answered, "A bit of a pain in my ass!" I'm sure Rob's up there causing lots of mischief!
Jim got the final drywall up. I was nervous as HELL! I told him he wasn't allowed to cuss while installing because it set me on edge thinking he'd busted through the water line again. Thank the baby Jesus it went well. Phew!
And that's about all I've got. Guess I should get a move on. I've got a list as long as my arm to get through over the next several days. Happy Tuesday...later!
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