We have had a busy week, which included me turning 45. 45! I can't believe it. Half way to 90, if I get there. As part of my birthday present, Jeffrey relinquished a massage that I had bought him earlier in the year. When he told me I could have it, I jumped on it. So that's what I did on Saturday morning, and it was lovely. Afterwards Jeffrey and I took the kids out to the donut van to buy hot cinnamon donuts. They were pretty happy too.
The kids' horse riding lessons have dropped down to one day a week, otherwise we would run out of NDIS funding before it was due to roll over in May. So, Jeff took them on Monday so that I could work, but I missed Carmie jumping while cantering. He didn't take videos, the slacker. The kids also had their eyes tested this week, and both came out with minor issues but nothing to warrant glasses. We spent the morning in town that day, playing at the harbour, buying ice blocks, shopping.
Arley has been quite volatile this week. He is still so very angry. I'm not sure if it is habit or if it is just his personality, at this point. The kids and I go out every morning first thing and play handball and draw in the cul de sac. It's good for us all to get some early morning sunlight and to get our bodies moving. Carmie loves it, but Arley complains almost every morning. On Tuesday night the kids had a sleep over at Lolo and Dida's, which meant I woke up alone on my birthday, which was really quite restful! Until I got messages form Mum saying the kids couldn't wait to see me and give me presents. Apparently they had been up since 5:50am in excitement. By the time I got there at 8:45, Arley was beside himself. He had refused to eat that morning, so he was also very hangry. I unwrapped the sweetest presents ever from the kids, and then Arley let loose and created the old Arley chaos that I dread. He left me in tears. So much shouting and stomping and arguing, trying to get him to eat. It made Carmie off kilter too, and she started shouting and crying over a book Arley wouldn't share. Ugh. Not a great way to start my birthday. I left there and went into town, and treated myself to a foot massage, and by the time that was done, I felt much better. I went home and worked for the rest of the day, which I don't mind so much, because at least it is peaceful. The kids went to after school care that afternoon, and then Lolo and Dida picked them up on the way to our house for dinner. Jeffrey had cooked a lovely meal, and it turned out to be a really nice dinner, with the kids on good behaviour, so my day ended well.
Today Wes took the kids swimming so I could have a break to do some chores. I really needed it, but still that didn't help with this afternoon. Arley and I got into a massive 'fight' - Arley's autism rage against mama rage. After the fact of course I am desperately sorry that I just didn't cuddle him through it, but at the time, after so much animosity from him, I just snapped. I'm really sad about it, but I can only try to do better next time.
It's been a tough week, and I'm kind of glad it's over.
Photos from last week, Dida's birthday
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