Battle Fatigued- anyone else?
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|Sun, 10-05-2003 - 10:26am|
My two Aspies went camping with cubscouts this week-end, DH 46 and DS 9.5. I was on edge because they didn't pre-register and had to be at the campsite no later than 2 PM or they weren't camping. DS was looking forward to this trip all week and I was okay with him going with his dad (usually a trip to Toys R Us is a disaster so anything longer I try not to let them do together) because my best friend's son, she and her husband were also going(she's Jordan's Annie Sullivan when I'm not around). DH was dragging his feet and procrastinating because he didn't want to go (it wasn't his idea so therefore he doesn't want to do it)and DS was getting nervous because it was 1.5 hour drive and it was 11 AM. I had to do the packing the night before because neither one of them knew what to back (the scouts gave us a packing list how hard was it follow the list and put the stuff in a bag). Jordan was nervous about the campsite because you're not allowed to curse when you put the tent together and his dad is famous for cursing up a blue streak when hammering a simple nail into the wall. He was afraid that he was going to be thrown out of scouts because of his dad.
I got a phone call around 6 PM from Jordan with a critique of the rides. Thank God he was happy and having a good time. Then DH gets on the phone and is annoyed that I didn't pack a flashlight, I packed a lantern. He didn't get when I said to him don't complain to me about stuff missing. If you wanted something packed then you should have done the packing yourself.
At 10:30 PM came the phone call I was waiting for all night. Jordan gets on the phone - Dad's a liar, he said there was going to be marshmallows at the bonfire and there weren't any. After a 10 minute whinefest, he put his father on the phone. I gave my DH the lecture (for the millionth time)about the importance of using the word "might". His response "the activity sheet said there was going to be a marshmallow roast. Why would they said it if it wasn't going to happen." He's 46, what kind of answer is that (an Aspie one-LOL).
Does anyone else feel like your at the receiving end of a really fast tennis ball cannon and you can't get your tennis racket in position fast enough so you try to duck the on coming balls and not get hit? Does anyone else feel like you're always on guard watching and waiting for the next meltdown without ever having down time to relax, you're always on edge?
When I forget something or something changes for my non-Aspie 5 year old, I get a knot in my stomach waiting for the meltdown because I'm so conditioned to react to that response. Thankfully he's really flexable, says it will be okay and figures out his own solutions.