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Only in Aspie House

Tonight we went to my sister-in-law’s house to cut a birthday cake for my niece; she turned 15 today.  Trips to my sister-in-law’s always promises to be loud and noisy, so I guess my kids fit in (sort of).

I, as always make certain I have my ear plugs tucked securely into my pockets because I wind up needing them to drown out  the noise of my own kids. Otherwise, I would be completely overloaded before it is time to get out of there and come home.

Two hours later, I was exhausted. I mean ready to fall asleep in the chair overloaded, and shutting down exhausted. That is why when I got home I was so glad to plop down on my bed for a few minutes, pick up my Ipad, and wind down while I read some of my favorite blogs.

“Keep an eye on your brother so Mommy can get a few minutes of quiet,” hubby told Aspie Teen before heading into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later I realized that the house was pretty quiet (not a good sign), and I can hear Tantrum Tot howling with laughter. Time to check on them–

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and almost stepped on the bunny, who was nibbling on my flip-flops. I walked into the living room to see Aspie Teen, and Maniac Man (8 yr old) quietly laying on the living floor in front of the TV watching and episode of Spiderman.

Autism at homeThis is what I found in the kitchen!

Yes, that is Tantrum Tot , inside the bunny cage playing in bunny poop!

He was scooping it up with the bunny’s food bowl, and then gleefully pouring it over Floppy’s (big bunny) head.  That was what the roaring toddler laughter was all about.

Instead of being mortified that Tantrum Tot was playing in bunny poop, I promptly snapped a picture and texted it to hubby (in the bathroom)–“I think we ought to start running a bath.”

Of course Tantrum Tot was true to his name, and threw an all-out fit, complete with head-banging, because we had the nerve to remove him from the poop cage.

Little bunny, Captain Nibbles, (the one that was next to my bed nibbling on my flip-flops) came running past Tantrum Tot followed by Aspie Teen’s new puppy (Booster).  For the next half hour, he giggled and screamed as he chased the puppy, who chased the bunny around the house.

Isn’t it bedtime yet? Where’s the melatonin?

 

Jeannie Davide-Rivera

Jeannie is an award-winning author, the Answers.com Autism Category Expert, contributes to Autism Parenting Magazine, and the Thinking Person's Guide to Autism. She lives in New York with her husband and four sons, on the autism spectrum.

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