Thursday, December 9, 2010

Laugh or cry

Notice who owns the Monopoly board, 
and has Park Place under his paw. . . .

It's been one of those mornings where I don't know whether to laugh at the ridiculousness of dealing with Asperger's and a preteen boy, or cry at the frustration of dealing with Asperger's and a preteen boy.  So, with apologies to Shel Silverstein, I've decided to laugh:

One preteen for sale!
One preteen for sale!
One grumpy, obnoxious male preteen for sale!
I’m really not kidding,
So who’ll start the bidding?
Do I hear a dollar?
A nickel?
A penny?
Oh, isn’t there, isn’t there, isn’t there any
One parent who'll buy this huge preteen for sale,
This grumpy, obnoxious tall preteen for sale?

I hope he gets over his OPD (Obnoxious Personality Disorder, according to my husband) before we have the annual Christmas get-together with my husband's family.  The prospect of driving 2 1/2 hours each way in one day with our son in this mood is making me wonder if riding on the roof rack would be such a bad thing (for him - I have no intention of freezing my behind off, lol).

I was pathetically grateful to see our son off on the bus this morning, and equally happy that he'll be home on the late bus instead of the early bus today.  I  really, really admire mothers who can home school their child(ren) through high school without losing their minds or their joy of motherhood.  Six years and I was toast - home school was good for us for a season, but eventually ceased to meet our needs as a family.  I am so very grateful for a really good school district (and special education team) to work with our children now.



I'm trying to get the last-minute holiday shopping done.  I'm almost there - just a couple more things for our son, and something for my husband (it's on layaway, so I just have to pick it up), and I'm done.  I'm just about baked out, too - I still have to make a cheesecake tomorrow for Saturday, and maybe another batch or two of biscotti before Christmas.  I'm trying to avoid making another batch of cutout sugar cookies - they take forever, and make quite a mess, even though they're a family favorite.  I think I could make biscotti in my sleep now, too.  Yesterday I made my kids' favorite Triple Peanut Butter Cookies, and Cranberry Orange Walnut Biscotti.