Stopping to Smell the Flowers
Today is my birthday.
31 years old.
My mom sent me flowers, with balloons attached. I was very touched, although I have to admit, when I found a card on my door instructing me to pick up my flowers at my "Friendly Neighbor's" house I was hoping they were from a romantic suitor. No such luck.
My 6 year old son, who is autistic, has quickly attached to this basket full of flowers, which has 4 balloons attached to it. He is carrying it everywhere he goes.
My 8 year old daughter, I am convinced in an attempt just to push his buttons, has been trying to get the damn flowers away from him all morning.
Suddenly this basket of flowers has become the most coveted-after play thing ever.
One grabs the basket, runs away.
Other is in hot pursuit.
Mortal combat ensues.
Meanwhile, my flowers are dyeing from the abuse.
After the 10th combat between the two, which, unfortunately did not end mortally, I put my foot down:
"NO MORE TOUCHING THE FLOWERS."
My little budding attorneys have found a loophole.
Now they are fighting to take turns smelling my flowers.
Here's to another year in the life of a Kinky Catholic Lawyer.
I'm going to take the lead from my kids
And stop to smell the flowers.
And kick the shit out of anyone who gets in my way from doing so.
31 years old.
My mom sent me flowers, with balloons attached. I was very touched, although I have to admit, when I found a card on my door instructing me to pick up my flowers at my "Friendly Neighbor's" house I was hoping they were from a romantic suitor. No such luck.
My 6 year old son, who is autistic, has quickly attached to this basket full of flowers, which has 4 balloons attached to it. He is carrying it everywhere he goes.
My 8 year old daughter, I am convinced in an attempt just to push his buttons, has been trying to get the damn flowers away from him all morning.
Suddenly this basket of flowers has become the most coveted-after play thing ever.
One grabs the basket, runs away.
Other is in hot pursuit.
Mortal combat ensues.
Meanwhile, my flowers are dyeing from the abuse.
After the 10th combat between the two, which, unfortunately did not end mortally, I put my foot down:
"NO MORE TOUCHING THE FLOWERS."
My little budding attorneys have found a loophole.
Now they are fighting to take turns smelling my flowers.
Here's to another year in the life of a Kinky Catholic Lawyer.
I'm going to take the lead from my kids
And stop to smell the flowers.
And kick the shit out of anyone who gets in my way from doing so.
posted by KinkyCatholicLawyer @ 11:04 AM
1 Comments:
At Monday, June 19, 2006,
mr roses said…
Hi, KCL, just enjoyed reading a batch of your entries. Have you read Temple Grandin's "Thinking in Pictures"? She's a high-functioning autistic woman who has many insights into the whole spectrum of autism, not only her own experience. No easy answers, but maybe some possibilities.
Best to you, kids and friends.
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