THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. It gets louder as I go down through B's room and down the stairs. When I open the door I see P playing soccer in the living room. So I take a deep breath and prepare myself for the day. I know it is going to be "One Of Those Days". On his good days he will wake me up in the morning and will follow the rules better. Not that we have a no playing soccer in the living room, but we have similar ones. At least he is in the house I think to myself. There have been times I have woken up to a pajama clad boy playing in the yard.
It wasn't so bad until he started to get hurt over and over again. Oh I felt bad for him, but I have to admit that I was getting aggravated. Not because he was getting hurt. But when he gets hurt he screams like he broke a bone, or has a major ambulance calling injury. I have been saying for a while now that one of these days he is going to get really hurt and I won't know it because he reacts to a paper cut, stubbed toe, bleeding cut or whatever the same way.
So this morning he must have hurt himself a dozen times. I kept checking on him and soothing him, but I have to admit after about six injuries in an hour I was reacting a little slower and started to assume he wasn't really getting hurt that badly. Now the morning stretched on and my daughter was awake. We were getting ready to go to the Mushroom Pool with some friends. We can't find his bathing suit and I am aggravated.
I don't know how it happened, I was in a different room. All of a sudden I hear him scream again. "OW, OW, OW!!!!" I was mad now, I assumed he wasn't really hurt, like the "Boy Who Cried Wolf" and I yelled. Then I find out he ran into the edge of a door and has a bump on his head. Now I felt like the worse mommy ever. I assumed he wasn't really hurt, I yelled at him and I made him wait for my attention.
I am going to have to attend to his injuries like they are bad ones. Luckily today it wasn't too serious. His eyes were normal, he wasn't nauseous and didn't throw up after the bump. But he does have a goose egg on his head. I know it is the Asperger's that causes him to over react to small injuries. But I am the Mommy and I need to be there for him large or small injuries.
The rest of the day was not much better for him, he still kept getting hurt. And of course I ran to him every time now. He didn't like the mushroom pool (look at his face in the photo, he is not a happy boy.) Things he wanted to do couldn't be done. Places he wanted to go to were stayed away from. He didn't like any of the snack choices we had. The usual "There is nothing to play with and nothing to do!"
As we watched Molly the Barn Owl (Link to her web cam in the title) at bedtime, which is our new routine, he hugged me and announce that today was the worse day of his life.