The morning and the tiredness

I am exhausted.

It is only 8.30am but the girl’s morning antics have worn me out already.

She has choir at school at 8am which she loves and refuses to give up but she doesn’t help us get her ready to go.

Yesterday I gave her the day off school to give her some time to unwind after a really busy weekend and she was awake at 6.45am. Today when I need her up early I had to wake her at 7.20am and she still refused to get up. Sounds normal I guess….

Three different drinks were tried before she finally settled on a hot chocolate (with added ritalin). She didn’t want the orange juice that she asked for, nor the apple juice because it had lumps in it, so a small amount of chocolate milk was finally a winner.

I had dressed her as I yanked her out of bed because sometimes that is easier than fighting the flailing limbs when she is finally ensconced on the couch, so all I had to do was get her to eat breakfast, go to the toilet and brush her teeth. Easy!

Except we had 0.56 minutes to do this in.

After asking for an apple the girl sat and looked at it for 10 minutes before talking a microscopic bite out of it.

Telling her it was time to leave made her run and hide on her bed because I was being mean and was scaring her! Dragging her out of bed again and shoving her shoes on her feet I asked her to get in the car, at which point she went to the toilet.

Banging my head on a convenient wall nearby and counting to 500 did nothing to help me…..

After five minutes of sitting on the toilet the girl finally comes out and dawdles to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Luckily that doesn’t require too much time because the ritalin has finally kicked in and she is doing what she is told.

I love ritalin!!

Finally at 7.59 she is ready. Did I mention that choir starts at 8.00 and it is a 10 minute drive to get to school?

And what has the boy been doing in all of this?

He got up and ate his breakfast and got dressed and brushed his teeth and was packed and out the door and waiting in the car for the girl.

In his words  ‘what are we going to do with her?’  He cracks me up!

Is it too early for wine?



Ticket anyone?

I took the girl to the paediatrician today for her 6 monthly check up.

A friend turned up in the waiting room a few minutes later – I always seem to meet people I know there. Obviously as we go to a ‘Children’s Clinic’, which is in the same building as a doctors surgery,  the chances of meeting someone I know there are pretty high.


The girl couldn’t sit still. She swung on the chairs, and got her backside stuck between two chairs, and sat on my lap and got off my lap and chatted about nonsensical issues and taught this friend’s children how to get their butts stuck between chairs…. in short she very much looked and acted like a child on the spectrum whose medication had run out!

Of course she always plays up when we are in public. Luckily I had on my thick skin and couldn’t be bothered wondering what others were thinking of me and the girl – and my friend was most entertained by her antics – if not a little surprised as she had never seen her outside the school setting.

Always fun to open a person’s eyes to the joys of Aspergers, maybe we could sell tickets?

At least the sick patients in the waiting room were knocked out of their boredom for a while.

Where’s the wine ritalin when you need it!!!