Sunday, March 10, 2013

ONE OF THOSE DAYS

Yesterday was just one of those days…more like this week was one of those weeks. I feel like my days are filled with trying to stop one disaster while another one or more are well-underway. I am always a step (or many) behind my kids and my tasks are constantly interrupted by their dangerous or naughty behaviors. This past week started with Nami taking off his diaper last Sunday morning (which he now does on a consistent basis and streaks through the house). Unfortunately on this morning he had pooped and decided it would be fun to spread poop all over the walls, doors, blinds, bed, floor, etc. of his room. We found him dancing in his room, buck naked, holding his poopy diaper. This incident was representative of how our week would turn out.

Despite continually rearranging and blockading areas of our home to counteract the destruction level of Nami, he still finds his way under, over or through the barriers. He destroys any kid-proof zone I am able to conceive. Just this week Nami got a hold of scissors and started running around with them, he quickly divvied out and devoured the cupcakes that my sister Meridith had brought me for my birthday, and he continually pushed the lever on the refrigerator to release ice leaving a mess on the kitchen floor. They say necessity is the mother of invention, so why can’t I think of the inventions I need?!?

(If anyone reading is new to this blog, I explain more about our experiences with our son’s autism in these posts: STIMMINGA TORNADO STRIKES...NAMED NAMI, TENDER MOMENTS, and A SMALL ACT OF KINDNESS)

Nami and Kope are quite a pair because Kope has hit his terrible twos with a fury. During his tantrums he yanks himself over and over so forcefully that I have dropped him multiple times, resulting in his head hitting the wall, bed, molding, or any other object that is in his head’s way. He tries to disrupt anything and everything that I’m doing. This week he knocked Nami’s medicine out of my hands which then spilled all over the floor, jumped on the printer, unzipped and knocked down the guitars, jumped on the guitars (don’t tell Salesi), spilled water, played in the water, etc.

What does a typical morning look like at our house? This was yesterday morning:
  • 4:30 am: Nami wakes up, I try to get a little extra sleep and so I let Nami play in his room for a bit
  • 5:45 am: I finally relent and let Nami out of his room wishing I could go back to bed, I change Nami’s ENOURMOUSLY full diaper of both numbers 1 and 2 and get him dressed (luckily it all stayed in the diaper this morning as I am often doing baths and cleaning sheets due to leaks)
  • 6:15 am: I get breakfast and meds for Nami, then make sure all the chairs are tightly secured AWAY from the table which is pushed up against the counter as an extra barrier, I let Nami rock on his spot on the couch and make his typical noises, while I start the tasks for the day, until Salesi arrives home from working a 16 hour shift
  • 7:15 am: Nami squeals so loudly upon the arrival of his dad that he wakes Kope up who then starts screaming to get up, I get Kope who has also gone number 1 and 2, but SCORE for me because no diapers leaked this morning
  • 8:00 am: Salesi goes to sleep in Kope’s room, Kope tries to eat his breakfast and continually yells “NO!!” while Nami tries to steal his food, I feed Nami his second breakfast in order to get him away from Kope’s food
The next couple hours went as follows:
  • Kope spreads clean laundry everywhere. I make him clean it up.
  • The boys fight over the ball and end up pushing each other down. They both end up hollering and crying at my feet.
  • I shut the boys in my room while I try to gather their clothes for a wedding celebration we were going to. I return to find gum wrappers everywhere and my kids rushing to swallow the last of the evidence. This is the 6th time this has happened in three weeks! And no, I am not just leaving gum for them to find. This morning the gum came from a pocket of a bag I only use in the summer that I had tucked under my bed.
  • I react by locking my kids OUT of my room while I take a 3 minute shower. When I'm done I hurry and rush out to the living room, still in my towel, to make sure the boys are alright and I find this:
  • To clarify, these seemingly not-so-bad photos are of my barricaded portion of my kitchen (which Nami can now de-barricade…Is that even a word?) Anyway, the barricade was knocked down, the mixing bowl full of water from the sink was dumped all over the floor along with other dirty dishes, the leftover rice from Salesi’s dinner/breakfast was mixed in, clean dishes were pulled from the dishwasher and thrown all over the dirty floor, dirty dishes were put in my clean dishwasher AND my very clean children from their baths the night before were swimming in the mess.
  • I do what any good mother would do: yell at my kids and lock them in their rooms. (Well, I had to lock Kope in our room because Salesi was sleeping in his room.)
  • I slam the door and return to the kitchen to clean up the mess, come back to re-shower and find Kope has emptied the drawers in my bedroom and spread clothes all over the floor, mixing them in with the dirty clothes’ pile. He is cleverly sitting on my bed, typing away on my computer acting innocent of any crime. 
  • I continue my great mothering skills and yell, “That’s it!” I grab Kope and stomp right into his bedroom and yell at Salesi, “You’re just going to have to sleep in our room because Kope is in a time out” as I drop Kope into his crib. Never mind that the now sopping wet kids are lying in their freshly cleaned sheets!
  • I continue stomping about the house exclaiming to myself, “All I needed was FIVE MINUTES!!!” I hear Kope calling out in his fake innocent voice that melts my heart, “Sorry Annie, sorry Annie.” Nami is wailing from his room, “Daddyyyy, Daddyyyy, Mommy, Daddy, Papa, etc.” Then he starts banging his head on the ground uncontrollably and kicking the door.
  • I get somewhat ready and then go to fetch the kids to get them ready. I let Nami out first and go to get Kope. By the time I quickly grab Kope and run to find Nami, he had dumped my diet coke all over the bathroom and thrown the cup in the toilet. 
  • I’m finally able to get the kids ready and I put get the kids’ shoes on. Kope decides he wants Nami’s shoes, so he takes both their shoes off and puts on Nami’s. Nami screams because he thinks this means he can no longer “go”. I redo the shoes and Kope re-undoes them, and so the morning continues…
By the time we’re ever able to get ready to go anywhere, I’m so worn out that I no longer want to go. Nami is always crying to go, but then when we get where we’re going he doesn’t want to be there. I don’t have the energy to try and keep Nami somewhat contained in public because I’m already exhausted upon arriving. To make matters worse, Nami has recently stopped sleeping well again which has coincided with more violent tantruming. This week I picked Nami up from school to go to the doctor’s right when their snack time was starting. Needless to say he was NOT happy. He tantrumed all the way to the car which invited many stares. All I could think in my head was, “Yeah, my son is rolling around on the asphalt, screaming, kicking and banging his head. So what! He’s 50 lbs! What am I supposed to do?!?!?”

Although my arms are sore, my brain is fried, and I’m exhausted, I have to laugh as I recall this past week…otherwise I won’t be able to stop crying! Now I sit back and wonder, “Why am I not losing weight?!?!"
It's a good thing I think my kids are so dang cute!

8 comments:

  1. I don't know if I should laugh or cry reading this post! I think the laugh would be more from hysteria than from comedy, though, so maybe crying would seem less crazed. Sara Merrell and I were talking the other day and we both agree we're in complete awe of you. I love this blog. I love how real you are. Your trials are far greater than any I have known and yet you manage to keep it together. I wish I had the inventions you seek, sadly, I do not. I can, and will, offer my prayers and concern for you!

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    1. Definitely laugh Carrie! I laugh from hysteria and it's better than crying from hysteria. Thanks so much for your support! It means a lot.

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  2. Another great read thanks. Our little Isaac is also artistic on the walls. In fact, I think I've cleaned it off every wall, couch, bed, in our house:) It's gotten so bad that we zip him in his footed sleeper backwards, so he can't take it off and smear. We've also found 6t snap on onesie's that are helpful during the day. O and kid's skinny jeans also make it hard for him to get his hands back there. o the joy's of these special kids :) good luck

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    1. Thanks for the advice Jordan! I may be coming to you guys for more. Any chance you've found the sleepers in 7t? My son has almost grown out of 6t sleepers and he's not yet 4. We are also having trouble finding pants that stay on over diapers for his size (5t for pants). Oh this kid!

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  3. Wow. An entire day's work in 1 hour. It is Amazing the things we can accomplish when we have to. Happy belated birthday.

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  4. Shelves on the ceiling. That's all you need!

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