I was sick for a week, then Fischer was sick for a week. Flu and SPD do not go well together. I couldn't do any heavy work or proprioceptive activity with Fish for a week because my ass was too busy making indents in the couch. Even when I wasn't beached up, exhausting options on the DVR, I couldn't do heavy work. Then he got sick and wasn't able to do any heavy work himself for a week. 2 weeks minus heavy work combined with lack of routine means an additional 2 weeks of out-of-sync, domestic woe.
We've been trying to find ways to get Fischer physical exercise and the heavy work he needs to get back on track, but it's rough when it's cold. His reaction time to activity is delayed; he may do the heavy work every day this week, but won't start regulating until next week. Yesterday morning, we did some wheelbarrow walks before heading to the kids museum where we climbed enough stairs to flare up my rheumatoid arthritis. (I was completely devastated that I had to consume Tylenol PMs last night.) Then we did some swinging, sandbox, and rode on the 4-wheeler, in the rain.
Today, I'll have to play Pengu; a hodge-podge of tent building, pillow throwing, and hide-and-seeking where I typically play the shit character. I'm always the slow, unattractive, underdog. I never get to be Captain Hook- I'm either Mr. Smee or a puny pirate. Occasionally, I get to be the poop monster...at least he mixes it up. If being the poop monster means he'll get underwear and pants on, I'm in.
Tonight is gymnastics. Lately, he's been campaigning against gymnastics. Novelty has worn off, and the structure of the class infringes on his sensory seeking. He was actually elated last week that he had diarrhea and could not attend class. He tried to tell me this morning that he had diarrhea down the crack of the couch. He's made it abundantly clear that he will not participate unless he gets a Wendy's hamburger before class. Once the boss was finished outlining the rules, he agreed. He just told me that he plans to let his teachers know that he had diarrhea last week, which is why he could not attend class. I tried explaining to him that it is more appropriate to simply let them know that he was sick, but he believes in full disclosure. I just hope he doesn't feel the need to demonstrate where diarrhea originates. Last week, he spread his cheeks and asked me to look for his diary. He dropped his pants at my parents house and showed them his rash. I think he understands the difference between public and private appropriateness in this matter, but I'm not quite sure. Either way, I'm pretty positive the word diarrhea is the word of the day.
We've been trying to find ways to get Fischer physical exercise and the heavy work he needs to get back on track, but it's rough when it's cold. His reaction time to activity is delayed; he may do the heavy work every day this week, but won't start regulating until next week. Yesterday morning, we did some wheelbarrow walks before heading to the kids museum where we climbed enough stairs to flare up my rheumatoid arthritis. (I was completely devastated that I had to consume Tylenol PMs last night.) Then we did some swinging, sandbox, and rode on the 4-wheeler, in the rain.
Today, I'll have to play Pengu; a hodge-podge of tent building, pillow throwing, and hide-and-seeking where I typically play the shit character. I'm always the slow, unattractive, underdog. I never get to be Captain Hook- I'm either Mr. Smee or a puny pirate. Occasionally, I get to be the poop monster...at least he mixes it up. If being the poop monster means he'll get underwear and pants on, I'm in.
Tonight is gymnastics. Lately, he's been campaigning against gymnastics. Novelty has worn off, and the structure of the class infringes on his sensory seeking. He was actually elated last week that he had diarrhea and could not attend class. He tried to tell me this morning that he had diarrhea down the crack of the couch. He's made it abundantly clear that he will not participate unless he gets a Wendy's hamburger before class. Once the boss was finished outlining the rules, he agreed. He just told me that he plans to let his teachers know that he had diarrhea last week, which is why he could not attend class. I tried explaining to him that it is more appropriate to simply let them know that he was sick, but he believes in full disclosure. I just hope he doesn't feel the need to demonstrate where diarrhea originates. Last week, he spread his cheeks and asked me to look for his diary. He dropped his pants at my parents house and showed them his rash. I think he understands the difference between public and private appropriateness in this matter, but I'm not quite sure. Either way, I'm pretty positive the word diarrhea is the word of the day.
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