The morning started off like your typical morning, trying to get kids to school on time after school holidays…………….running late!!

My little blonde haired, blue eyed cherub (DS2), first day of school decides……today is the day he’s not getting out of bed at the normal crack of dawn.  Nooooo sireeeee.  I could hear him thinking, she’s going to have to work for this one!  I’m going to make her pull her hair out by staying in bed till 8am because it’s my first day of school and she won’t yell at me coz if I get upset, the day is a hell of a lot more likely to be realllllly baaaadd!!  I don’t care if we have to leave the house in 25 minutes, it’s my first day and we’re moving at my pace!!

DS1 is nearly ready even though he’s unwell, coughing and spluttering (only going to school because it’s his little brothers first day – does that make me a bad mum?).  Then I get the muuuuuuuum call.  “There’s a spider in my room!”  Great.  Now I’ve got to spend time trying to ‘find’ (normally no bigger than a bee’s dick) said spider before he’ll leave his room!!  It wasn’t hard.  Right above the door, size of your palm, angry!  I hate spiders…..with a passion……until the end of time.  Hubby away.  Crap!  Only thing to use is outdoor surface spray.  Persuade child through doorway with chocolate (thank god they’re like me!) and turn.that.sucker.white!

Finally leave home (at 8:45am – 10 minutes till 1st bell – 15 minute drive to school – not happy Jan!) and the sky opens up.  Neither child copes with rain (it hurts their heads – don’t know how they stand the shower but not my sensory issue so who am I to quibble!) which means the ‘packhorse’ will be left to carry school bags and 2 boxes (yes, boxes) of books at the other end 😦

Thunder and lightening hits as we enter school.  Not a problem for us…..BUT…….the four legged child at home will force her way through (yes through) the fence and be God knows where by the time I get back.  I know I digress, but feel I need to explain…….Our St Bernard is shit scared of thunder storms, fireworks, blasting from the quarry and basically anything else that goes bang.  If we are home she comes inside so she’s not in it, because she will do anything to get out – and.I.mean.anything!  She moves huge volcanic rocks like they’re pebbles, has forced her way through Rio wire, will dig a well to go under the fence and even used her teeth to break the normal wire last time.  Her last breakout just before Christmas cost us $365 (first time eva in the pound, caught kennel cough, and the council fine has just arrived)!!  Suffice it to say, I was not exactly happy about the prospect of driving the streets to look for her – again!

Where was I??  Oh yeah.  Get the boys into school and finally breathe!!  Three hours sleep.  Didn’t lose my cool.  Everyone alive (till I find the dog) and they seem okay.

Pick-up for my little baby was at 1pm and his smile was priceless.  It was one of those, I’ve been good and I know you’re going to be happy with me kinda smiles.

Pick-up for my big baby was 3:25pm and his smile made my heart soar.  Didn’t get to speak to his teacher this morning, or find out who his aide is for the year, but he had a great day with no problems.  So basically…………

………….it’s a THUMBS UP all round 🙂

PS I found the dog – hubby wants to sell her to highest asian bidder……

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……….and I’m shit scared 😦

As you probably all know by now both my sons have Aspergers Syndrome (or aspie as we like to use in my house – sometimes even faspie (under my breath, honest) if they’re being particularly annoying!).  My oldest has had a totally brilliant first two years at school, excelling in all the areas we thought he would.  His ‘stressful’ times generally revolve around communication and social situations which is fairly normal for these kids.  My youngest on the other hand is a completely different story!!

We are expecting all sorts of problems there – inside the classroom AND in the playground.  People so often say “really? Both of them? But they are sooo different!”  Well durrrrr – they’re not the same person are they!!!  Even twins have differences!!

His list of ‘stressful’ times is a hell of a lot longer than his brothers, and he has the added bonus of a severe language disorder, along with bowel issues which all fuel the behaviour problems!!  The short of it is – they.are.not.going.to.know.what.hit.them!  Two hours of orientation last year was going really well until the last 10 minutes when a kid brushed past him to sit on the mat (soft pressure on his body hurts him) which ended with my little darlin kicking this kid in the head!  Would you want your child playing with mine??

His aide seems nice BUT old school.  I would love to have been able to have one of the young male aides BUT my baby needs really firm hugs to help him calm down and it’s not fair to put that expectation on a male when they have to be sooo careful with those sorts of things these days.  He won’t do number 2’s anywhere but home (quite a few of these kids are like that) which means his behaviour (kicking, screaming, hitting, punching etc with no preference for his target) will escalate throughout the day……………

So basically I’m playing a waiting game.  Waiting to see how things go.  Waiting to see if they’ll be able to cope with him.  Waiting to see if I can go to work once I’m qualified or will I need to spend time at the school.  Waiting, waiting, waiting……..

Thanks for letting me get this off my chest – I feel a teensy weensy bit better now 🙂

It seems like a good time of the year to have a look at things that have happened to affect Boneblower’s World over the last 12 months. So in no particular order here we go:

  1. Became a full time student in March.
  2. DS1 went into before & after school care for 3 days a week & coped really well.
  3. DS2 was looked after by one of my girlfriends Tues & Thurs (after kinder) while I was at school. Don’t ‘ohhhh, isn’t she nice’, we paid her and she slept most afternoons!
  4. DH embarked on his own course in the 2nd half of the year (whilst holding down a f/t & permanent casual job).
  5. DS2 had a partial severe language disorder added to his Aspergers, Asthma, bowel & behaviour issues.
  6. We managed to coordinate the household to cope with the changes without totally losing our minds.
  7. The dog seems to have finally got over her need to escape during a storm after she spent a night in the pound and got kennel cough!
  8. On 18th April 2008 I become a fully qualified Transpersonal Art Therapist (counselling thru art). I know, it doesn’t really belong in the achievements for 2007 but it is what I’ve been doing allllllll year!
  9. With the massive extra expenses of studying – we still survived the year. Massive feat!!
  10. We’re all a year older, supposedly wiser and ready to hibernate – oh to be a bear.

All in all a busy year that we managed to get through without killing each other! I wonder what 2008 holds in store for us…………….can’t wait for that one – help!!

It’s over. Bring on the New Year. I normally love Christmas and hate to see it end but this year I’ve had enough. I was talking to Kelley (magneto bold too – check out her blog, it’s brilliant!) today and we both decided everything needs to be put away. Now. I can’t believe how caught up we get in the festive season only to have it come and go in the blink of an eye. What’s with that?

I don’t know why I want 2008 to get here soooo quickly when DS2 starts school then. My baby’s heading off to school and I’m not ready OMG did I really say that! I was asking for a mid-year intake only a few months back 🙂 But he’s not going to have an easy time of it and I’m not really looking forward to spending so much bloody time in Prep. Been there done that one years ago!

And then there’s the usual dilemma, do we party or stay home for New Years Eve? Easier to have a drink at home, put the kids to bed at the normal time and fall asleep on the couch see in the new year without having to go anywhere! Luckily where we live you can see the fireworks in the surrounding suburbs and they run an earlier session for the kids.  That way we they don’t miss out!