That’s the name of our new game. Crash. It involves jumping off of or being thrown onto things- beds, couches, kitchen tables. Well, we don’t throw them onto the kitchen table, that one is purely for jumping off of. It brings endless giggles and smiles. It’s a rough game for sure, but it’s much needed.
The introduction of Crash has brought out words in Wyatt and more attempts at communication with Lincoln. Sounds odd that throwing someone down on a couch would do such a thing. But there you have it. Autism is weird like that.
Today has been a Big Autism day. Lots of screaming and crying. Lots of pushing and shoving and general crabbiness. The house was getting smaller and smaller and hotter and hotter as the minutes ticked by. There was no coffee because the Keurig that I love to hate is broken. There was no school because the boys have been sick and the school is hot and well, it seemed like a good idea to keep them home. But the smallness and the hotness was going to make me crazy.
I just wanted a few hours with one kid to get a chance to pick up the crap that is everywhere. Without the pushing and the screaming and the OMG I SHUT MYSELF IN MY ROOM AND I CAN’T GET OUT!!!! that was happening around me as I contemplated my day.
So I put everyone in the car and we went to Starbucks. Because Starbucks has a Drive-Thru and the minivan has a crankin AC. Also, everyone is strapped in and mesmerized when I “vent” the back windows.
It was quiet.
No door slamming.
So we stretched this little field trip out. We drove by the church we’ve been telling ourselves we’re going to go to once we get over the fact that we can’t keep our kids at home forever. We drove around Lake Harriet and looked at the sailboats and the houses. We drove back to our old hood and got McDonald’s, because they have a drive-thru.
Then we drove home and all of the screaming and pushing and whining and moaning and crashing continued the minute we walked in the door.