Friday, July 18, 2008
Not Doin' It
You would think after dealing with issues like these for years I would be a little more patient. A little more forgiving. A little more gentle and kind. My children certainly deserve to have such a mother. Nope. Instead they get me. Brendan has begun pooping on the floor again. Notice the word again. We thought we had gotten past this stage. The stage that has lasted for years. The past few months he has done great, and Roger and I were secretly breathing a sigh of relief that we had endured yet another autism phase that had come to an end. But as we all know, God indeed has a sense of humor. The first poop looked innocent enough. Surely an accident. Then another. And another. Oops, watch your step - there's another. And these aren't little baby poops. Or toddler poops. These are 125 pound 10 year old poops, that if I had to guess, based on size alone, I would think that we had a small horse loose in the house. So after finding "accident" number 9 first thing in the morning, out came the box cutter. Roger stopped to kiss me on his way to work. "What are you doing with that?" "Ripping out Brendan's carpet." "Okay, see ya later." He has since tried to appeal and suggest installing laminate as we have done in our other houses, and yes, we will put something down. Eventually. Okay, for us that translates to next week. But for now, I'll clean up cement. And watch my step.