So I’m up having breakfast before 6, because I’m going off to work this a.m. Already have a load of laundry going, courtesy of the autistic kid, who is sleeping on the couch.
Make that was sleeping. He walks in and plops down a bag with a couple of donuts in it. I try to express, “Just a minute while I finish my breakfast,” but he’s not down with that. His anxiety starts rising. A riot is about to break out.
So I pull out his donut. Scowling, he pushes it away and points at the bag. He wants the other ^@(**% donut – it’s the exact same kind as the one on the plate but he wants the one in the bag.
OK, make the switch. Donut and meds are down.
I go in the laundry room to switch the load from washer to dryer. When I get back, it seems he’s finished his drink, taken mine and sucked that down, too. And left a nice trail of donut crumbs and sugar.
Guess I should get the broom but I think I’ll let the dog handle that mess. I have a split shift day; I’ll work this morning then go back in the evening. New equipment going in to use so it will be a day to put up with glitches and griping people. In the afternoon a couple wants to visit – their accustomed style is to ask to get together and then not show up.
See prior post, Tim. Breathe. Pray. Take in something good before this day sucks you dry.