My Quirky Boy

I think it is revenge.

We have been telling Fin Santa is not real, that it is an idea like a character in a book. He didn’t get it. Then I tell him Santa is a person in dress up, like when he puts on his working man’s hat and acts like Bob the Builder. “Oh”, he says.

“Mama, then WHO is the person dressed up like Santa?”.

The logic, can’t question the logic. Due to my anti Santa efforts, we now have all been cursed with the flu. The baby brought it home from school them I came down with it, Fin next, and being the bitch I am, I had to comment on the fact that Hubby had not yet started getting sick. As soon as I said it, he responded with a resounding, “NOOOOOOO”. Because he feels of course the second I said anything he was doomed. Sure enough, last night he started getting red rimmed eyes, sneezing, and the boogies. After all, I couldn’t let him feel left out.

Realistically the kids just have a cold, in our house it is the adults that get the sickest. I think partly because Fin has Autism, he seems impervious to the crappyness of being sick. He never says “I don’t feel good”. He just will be what we call “fragile”. Hanging on the edge and cries over the most insignificant event.

This past week he has been home with me, and we have not had one tantrum. We have been seeing way more family than we normally do and everyone is asking how school is going for him. He would say he likes school, but I believe the comfort factor for him is the ritual and routines. He has been coming home from school and the level of tantrum has become monumental. Screaming, kicking, hitting, and defiant. We have been at a loss with it, trying to figure it out. Last night during the 2 hour drive home from yet another family holiday party, I mention to my hubbby that in week since Fin has been home with me, not one tantrum.

“Huh”, he replied.

We have been reading lots of books, doing learning games on the computer, drawing. Cooking in the kitchen. I really was hoping he would kind of point me in the direction of something he really has an interest in that we could pursue. But I think this week for him was really about decompression, and I am not ready for the fall out of the process of returning to school. I bought him a game that teaches you adding and subtraction. We played it once, he gets it.

His teacher told me Fin is now passing out the milk at school because he can read the names of the kids on the milk list, he is 3. I stress all the time about school for him. The schools just can’t deal with a child like him, and I really feel that the regular school system, and general learning philosophy will totally squash all his learning excitement. His whole day is about coping, trying to deal with the social interaction, and the stress level that brings. He is not LEARNING. His development specialist agrees, and she says that school, in all likely hood will always be too stressful as far as the social expectation, and the general environment for him to actually learn anything. In my mind, I just can’t see him in a class room with 25+ other kids, and one teacher. That is a total disaster for us, and his worst nightmare.

We still have no signed IEP, no Sensory Eval, which is required in his IEP. We requested a meeting for a week from now to talk about his progress, and where we are at. I think when we go in and discuss all the things that we are unhappy about, I think they are going to be surprised. Because they think Fin is “such a good boy!”.

Good thing he has such a mama bear, don’t underestimate me. They will be sorry.

I guess we like stripes….