It’s been a long day. I woke up at 3:20 a.m!! I went and did a fishing tournament with my adopted dad. I didn’t catch a darn thing but I managed to fall in the lake, see an otter & a crane (never seen before), and be embarrassed unmercilessly by my pops for falling in the lake and not getting a fish in the boat. We really didn’t do too bad. Or should I say my dad didn’t do too bad. We would up in 7th place. 2 spots shy of getting a money prize but we had fun and lots of memories.
Technically, this weekend I’m not supposed to have the kids. Rachel is out camping with her dad this weekend. She is at the same lake I fished at today. I saw her sitting and playing in the water. She seemed to be having a good time.
I did have Matt though because his grandparents are on vacation. He will go the next two weekends instead. I tried to keep my fishing with grandpa quiet. I told him that I had something to do today and if I got done early I’d come pick him up. He went to work with my husband.
Well, I learned two things from my son. One….you can’t fool Matt. Two….never tell a child with FXS or an autistic child something in the abstract….it has to be concrete. So my hiding my fishing from Matt and my telling him that I’d come get him haunted my husband all day long. The minute he walked in the door of my hubbys work he starting saying the same few sentences over and over for 8 hours…
- “My mommy is going to come get me.”
- “When is my mommy coming”
- “I see the cars and trucks but I don’t see mommy”
- “Mommy is on the lake with Granpa”
- “Mommy is awesome”
My dad and I did not get in soon enough for me to be able to pick him up from work. I got home at 4:03 pm and hubby got off work at 4:00 pm. Matt didn’t like me when he got home. He wouldn’t even walk past me. I hurt his feelings. When I said that I might get him he didn’t grasp that concept. In his mind it meant that I was coming to get him. I never once thought about that, when I said that, even though I know not to do that to these kids. 
There was one positive out of the day though. The father of the baby that was born with down syndrome, that I mentioned in a past post, got to meet Matt. He played ball with him for quite a while. My hubby said he really enjoyed it and I think it helped him see an 11 year old with a disability functioning. It’s not the same disability but it helps to see that kids with disabilities can be happy and function in society too. I think it helps too for him to know someone close by that deals with this daily that he can vent to or ask questions to because after he met Matt him and my hubby talked a while about their disabilities and stuff.
So, I’m exhausted now and going to go put my yawning boy to bed and head there myself. At least he likes me now!! He finally admitted that he missed me (though it just made me feel guiltier (sp??)).
