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Thursday, December 5, 2013
One could (and would) say I am a little bit paranoid, just a tad…… especially when it comes to children. I drive myself crazy watching other people’s children. I’ve pulled drowning kids out of pools and lakes while their parents were not watching them, grabbed kids away from traffic, ledges or anything that may cause an injury, again while their own parents were not watching. When we go to a fair or some other type of event where there are a lot of people, there is a good chance I will be bringing a lost child to security or helping him/her find his/her parents. There’s more; but you get the picture. I can’t help this. I have always been like this and have always said that I am just too paranoid to be anyone’s mother.
So why not give me a child with Autism…..
Welcome to a whole new level of paranoia…..
I was talking to my friend, Al at work last week. His son had just been sick; trip to the Emergency Room sick. He’s just fine now, but I can imagine how frightening it must have been at the time. This particular day was the day of his follow-up appointment. From there we moved on to the subject about his own paranoia. He insists on taking his kids to the doctor for everything (in his words). I get that! It’s always worth a trip to the Doctor to hear everything is alright than to continue to worry that a cold may not be just a cold…..just for the peace of mind. But he was beginning to feel that he was being overly protective.
Now, he has heard plenty of my DC-obsessed stories before but I decided he needed to hear a few more.
I told him that when DC was little I would calculate the time that he would be alone until my ex got home from work if I dropped dead, “right now”. I’d make sure there was nothing around that could hurt him if something like that were to happen. I had no reason to believe I’d be “dropping dead” at any time, but just in case. I forgot to tell him that I would also force myself to watch Rescue 911 when DC was little and then have nightmares about all the horrible things that happened. When his father asked why I insisted on watching the show if I had nightmares because of it, I told him that I was afraid that they would show something that I hadn’t considered happening and I would miss it. – And there were actually a few accidents that I wouldn’t have come up with in my own head, believe it or not, unless I had seen the show. So there!
I also forgot to tell him about the time I called my poor sister-in-law at her cottage about 10 times because his father took him camping at the beach, near her cottage and didn’t call for two days! What if something happened to him and DC was in some tent on a beach of all places, by himself? – Fortunately his Dad’s sisters are used to me…..
I’ve been a single mother for 20 years now and I wouldn’t have it any other way, but being alone with a child with special needs can be, for me frightening at times. Anytime I am sick I wonder again, if I dropped dead “right now”, how long would it take before someone knows he’s alone? What would he do? Would he be safe until someone figures this out? As you can see, it’s not the “dropping dead” that I worry about, its DC being by himself for who knows how long.
The final nugget from the “tales from the paranoid mind” for Al was to tell him that when DC was young and we went grocery shopping; he would get in the car, I would unload the groceries and then I would walk the 20 feet to put the cart back, in full view of the car. But I would be sure to leave his door wide open because if I happened to get hit by a car in those 20 feet (or drop dead), no one would know he was sitting in the car and I can’t say for sure that he would get out or let anyone know he was there. He could be sitting there for hours before someone notices. At least someone might wonder why there was a car door wide open in the parking lot and take a look inside.
– In any situation, I can come up with at least a dozen disaster scenarios. I can and do make myself crazy over this child, but he’s worth every second of the craziness.
(We won’t talk about the 6 days with no power, no phone and no cell service during the snow-pocalypse a few years back………)
Needless to say, Al went home that day feeling much better about himself.
And yes, He’s 22 and I do still check to see if he’s breathing when he is asleep
Sunday, December 1, 2013
The plan was not go to Disney. I did not want DC to think that every airplane lands in Disney, but....
it always happens...
"How can we be this close and not go?"
We headed to Orlando specifically to go to Universal for the new (at the time) Wizarding World of Harry Potter, then onto Puerto Rico. Disney was not to be in the mix.
But..... knowing how much he loves Disney, we couldn't skip it.
I have already written about the Disney leg of the trip in "Looking Handsome in the Princess Room" so I will just give you a few photos of that and Universal and move on to Puerto Rico....
There was quite a big storm the morning we left and it was doubtful that we would even be able to take off. If I remember correctly, ours was one of the very flights few that did.
The plan was to go to Downtown Disney first and then to The Magic Kingdom around 5 or 6 since it was not in the original plan. Universal would be the following day so we could spend more time there than we did during the last trip.
When we arrived at Disney at 5:30 we discovered that it was CLOSING at 6 pm!!!!!!! The entire park had been rented out for a private party!!!!!
Try explaining THAT one to DC!!!
This meant that we had to try to do both parks the following day.. So much for spending extra time at Universal.
We should have stuck to our "No Disney" plan, but it was too late for that.
I am a big baby and cannot (will not) go on the bigger rides. But..... it is a requirement that I be the one that rides The Cat in the Hat with him. When there is not line (even when there is), he just wants to get off and go right back in line and do it again. I have been on this ride more times that I can count or care to remember.
Moving on to Harry Potter... It was so, so crowded....
On to Disney: I believe this was the trip that we discovered Story Time With Bell was gone!
Me doing a Happy Dance:
But.... as a punishment for the aforementioned Happy Dance, we were required to see the castle show more than once... much more than once.
Finally... On to Puerto Rico (MY favorite place)
We left home during a storm a few days before and apparently they continued to get more snow.
DC seemed to be enjoying his "snow day" on the balcony...
A slide is always a hit, but the swim-up lunch was even better.
Walking (and riding) around Old San Juan
Please note the Hard Rock bag.... if there is a Hard Rock to be found, DC will find it.
It always amazes me; he is terrified of dogs, cats and most other animals, but horses.... not at all. (His terror of all animals has decreased a bit over the years)
DC loves to dance and joined the Cha-Cha lessons they were giving at the hotel. He did a lot better than I would have.
More dancing the following night.. I do not know the name of the dance they were learning but DC did a great job again!
Puerto Rico was a hit with him. I was worried, but he did really well.
Just so you know...... Doug's choice of footwear was bad enough but WITH socks......
was NOT happening.....
No, No. NO!