Morning :)
I got a lot done, revenue wise, but I didn't get much sleep, as usual. At some point Rainman crawled into bed with me, and I woke up in a warm pee circle. Rainman has an aversion to body hair, and struggling to wake I feel a razor shaving my dry legs and his dead weight on my ankles.
Just peachy.
Rainman's twin, Forrest (as in Gump) has been up since about 5 a.m., when he came into my room with "Mother, it is 5:02. May I get up yet?"
No, not till 6 a.m.
Then, I hear "Mother, it is 5:18. In 42 minutes it is 6."
Me: "Go to sleep till then"
Forrest :"Mother, I am sorry, so sorry. Mother, I am sorry"
"Fine, baby, just no tv till 6"
"Mother, so sorry I asked. Mother?"
Bleary, eyes burning "Yea?"
"It is 5:28, Mother. In 31 minutes it is 6, and I can watch tv."
Forrest, not till 6, k?
"I am sorry, so sorry, Mother. So sorry, so sorry I asked"
It's ok, just give me till 6,k?
"I am so sorry, sorry, so sorry, but Mother, can I ask you something?"
Garbled , yeah yeah?
"Mother, it is 5:38, and in 22 minutes, I can watch tv!"
Me:zzzzzzzzz
The 6 a.m. rule is in place because of past instances of him getting up earlier and earlier to watch tv or turn on the computer- nothing like being woken at 3 a.m. by the theme to "Shrek" or "The internet is really really great-for porn!"
Forrest is also almost the total opposite of Rainman. Forrest is laid back, communicates well, and presents more with mental retardation than anything else. He is also a lot bigger than Rainman, and very gentle. His social, emotional and academic strengths and weaknesses are all over the place. He reads well- adult fiction such as Dennis Lehane and Robert B. Parker- but also baby books such as The Backyardigans or Thomas the Tank.
And Rainman is always trying to kill him.
Seriously.
Rainman is constantly going after him with anything he can pick up, and when there is nothing to pick up, he will kick, pinch and bite Forrest. I don't see this as much with me, but it does happen. It's one of the reasons I try to take Rainman on long rides and such, to give poor Forrest a break. Forrest is ok being home by himself, and will ask in a round about way, with subtle hints.
"Mother, may I ask you a question?"
Yup
"We are almost out of milk"
Hmm, there is a half gallon left, but, ok.
"Doesn't that mean you need to go shopping? And go today? Children need milk, Mother"
Yup
"Sorry, so sorry, Mother, sorry I asked."
I'll go in a bit, Forrest
Five minutes later:
"Mother, we need milk, Children need milk, Mother. Are you going shopping?"
Yup, in an hour, Forrest.
"Sorry, so sorry, sorry I asked, Mother."
And this will go on until I leave with Rainman.
Isn't autism fun? :)
1 comment:
I just found you via your comment on Single Ma. The way you wrote this makes me believe you have a great sense of humor. I have a 5 yr old son and he also loves to wake up and watch tv at all times of night. But I could not imagine the repetitive questions. I look forward to reading more of your blog.
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