Well, the month well until today. I knew it was too good to last. That’s not fair. They have had such a great week. They hardly fought with one another. In thinking about the past week, they weren’t too bad with me either. They didn’t talk back or fight me when I told them to do something. They also go to bed when told, but they have to stay on their routine. We have a daily routine, and if it gets messed up, the day is a shambles.

Jane watched Cinderella the movie, danced, and loved the carriage and the horses. She has decided we need horses. One request I will not be able to pull off. She wants a kitty, but I can’t get her one of those either as she is so rough with everything I am scared for the kitty. I personally am afraid of horses when they get a bit older.

Jimmy is so into his cars and trucks. He has two toy boxes full of cars and trucks. He loves excavators and backhoes too. When my grown son Noah is fixing things using tools, he is right there attentive and watching every move asking what each tool is and what it is for. It is so fun to see the wonder in his eyes. How he just lights up.

Such a great week, and then we come to today. I get told NO. Told to shut up, hit. Jane even spits on me. I almost lost it on that one. It does no good to yell. They don’t hear me. When they have their minds set on something, nothing stops or interferes with their goal. I sat down and breathed. That is how today went. The godsend of my day was they went to bed at seven just like every other night, and that was that.

Sometimes I watch Jane and think she is neurotypical and is just being ornery. Then there are days like today when she goes into a tantrum like no other. She has dashed out the front door as soon as she saw I forgot to lock the top lock and went straight for the street.

I have been reading books to help me better understand Autism, and I am just as confused and feel clueless as to when they were first diagnosed. Jane is so different from Jimmy. Jane has had more therapies than Jimmy. He just turned three and was diagnosed and started evaluating him, then we moved.

Three months later, we are finally starting to get set up with services. We have a phone interview to see what type of services they need. I am glad but sad it took so long to get started. As parents, we are the only ones that can advocate for them. The problem is we are constantly hitting brick walls. Hopefully, this phone interview will get us the services that are needed.

Until next week