This is a real life conversation riding in the car with my aspie son in a traffic jam:
son: "Where are all these people coming from anyway?"
me: "Well, there are a lot of people that live in our city."
son: "How many people?"
me: "Well, I'm not sure exactly how many."
son: "Well, why don't you know, they do that thing every few years where they count all the people in the world."
Friday, June 02, 2006
Busy Busy Busy
Whew it's been crazy at my house lately and it's only going to get worse from here. School starts back for me Monday so I can add that to the confusion we already have. And here I thought summers are supposed to be boring. In addition to working full time I am now in the middle of moving, starting back to school, teaching a teenager to drive, and teaching my aspie son to wash his own hair so that he can do that for himself while at summer camp in less than two weeks.
Our teenager is driving us crazy learning to drive. He was a perfect driver BEFORE getting the permit, now that he has it he has turned into a road monster. It's like ha ha ha, I passed I can do what I want, I know what I'm doing, and don't try to tell me something I already know. The first day he had his permit I decided to let him drive me around the city for a while. For the first half hour he did very well. He had both hands on the wheel, elbows out, sitting up straight and totally focused on the road. The second half hour however was a different story. He had one hand on the wheel, slouched back in the seat and totally paying attention to how many girls were paying attention to him. If I live through this it will be a miracle. My hubby came storming home with him last night and very firmly announced, "That boy is not to get behind the wheel again, ever." After the typical "he tried to kill me" and my personal favorite "he said it's everyone else's fault but his" I very calmly tried to explain to my husband that our son will never learn to drive correctly without killing anyone until we teach him how to do it. Of course, getting a teenager to believe that mom and dad do know a little bit about driving, and that maybe they don't quite know everything yet, is a whole other ballgame I don't want to get into yet.
My aspie son only has nine days to go before camp starts. I've tried to prepare the counseler as much as possible what to expect. Now I'm working on preparing my son. He is having to learn to wash his own hair because for some reason, the camp counselers don't want him to wait six days until I can do it for him :) This week he started day camp and the Y and has started testing it to see how he can get sent home so he won't have to go back. I had already prepared the director of the camp before my son started. So when my son announced the other day that he didn't know why he was acting up, that "his brain just made him do it", and that if he just got wrote up three times he could go home, the director looked at him and said "uh uh, I ain't writing you up, you ain't leaving". I think he's met his match.
Our teenager is driving us crazy learning to drive. He was a perfect driver BEFORE getting the permit, now that he has it he has turned into a road monster. It's like ha ha ha, I passed I can do what I want, I know what I'm doing, and don't try to tell me something I already know. The first day he had his permit I decided to let him drive me around the city for a while. For the first half hour he did very well. He had both hands on the wheel, elbows out, sitting up straight and totally focused on the road. The second half hour however was a different story. He had one hand on the wheel, slouched back in the seat and totally paying attention to how many girls were paying attention to him. If I live through this it will be a miracle. My hubby came storming home with him last night and very firmly announced, "That boy is not to get behind the wheel again, ever." After the typical "he tried to kill me" and my personal favorite "he said it's everyone else's fault but his" I very calmly tried to explain to my husband that our son will never learn to drive correctly without killing anyone until we teach him how to do it. Of course, getting a teenager to believe that mom and dad do know a little bit about driving, and that maybe they don't quite know everything yet, is a whole other ballgame I don't want to get into yet.
My aspie son only has nine days to go before camp starts. I've tried to prepare the counseler as much as possible what to expect. Now I'm working on preparing my son. He is having to learn to wash his own hair because for some reason, the camp counselers don't want him to wait six days until I can do it for him :) This week he started day camp and the Y and has started testing it to see how he can get sent home so he won't have to go back. I had already prepared the director of the camp before my son started. So when my son announced the other day that he didn't know why he was acting up, that "his brain just made him do it", and that if he just got wrote up three times he could go home, the director looked at him and said "uh uh, I ain't writing you up, you ain't leaving". I think he's met his match.
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