Therapy and Chicken Salad

I know these things don’t sound like they go hand in hand, but they do, I promise. 

Kyle had therapy yesterday. Before we left for therapy, I got 4 phone calls trying to schedule more therapy and social skills group. I was trying to cook breakfast to no avail.  It was a rather uneventful play session where Kyle gets to show off for 45 minutes things that he already knows how to do, for someone who is qualified to judge him and give pointers on things we should work on. 

It’s a 30 minute walk there and a 30 minute walk back. 

Yesterday, in 90 degrees, I walked him there (and back) with Alasdair in a carrier.

As you can see, he fell asleep.  10 minutes before we got home, he passed out. 

Which translates quite conveniently to no nap Wednesday. By 8 pm he was so over tired and cranky that he couldn’t get to bed fast enough. 

Kyle loved the walk.

I sang umpteen made up versions of “my aunt came back” which is Kyles current favorite song to sing while we walk. Last week was “the ants go marching”.

I know, I know. Chicken salad.

We got home yesterday and I needed to go grocery shopping. HAH! Even though the kids had practice last night, Alasdair screamed the whole way there and back (both times) so I tried to menu plan instead. Another epic fail.

Which brings me to today

Kyle got up today and picked his clothes. He picked his batman shirt (banana shirt – Ba na na na na na na na). He was so proud of himself. He was beaming.

Today started “social skills” group. It consists of Kyle, and two other students and a teacher. They asked questions about Kyle and played Uno for 20 minutes… Which in actuality entailed me trying to get Kyle to do the right thing with the cards at the right time while kneeling on a really hard school cafeteria floor. It runs from 8:30-9:15.

There were no tears, so win. 

Next was speech therapy. The speech therapist tried out a zvibe on Kyle which caused him to throw up. 


And again. 

And again.

And of course I didn’t pack a change of clothes for this outing because an hour and a half of therapy shouldn’t require an entire outfit change? Right? All I had left in the bag was a T-Shirt of Alasdairs. 


Yup. Kyle wore Alasdairs T-Shirt for the rest of the morning.

Because Alasdair was fussing, I excused myself from the remainder of speech to walk around with him on my back while I tried to menu plan. 

I finished through this weekend. That was enough. 

Then I realized I HAD to go to the grocery store. There were no options. People needed to eat today. 

So off I went to the grocery store. With Kyle in a shirt 8 sizes too small, and not wearing pants… Just a diaper. Beautiful. I’m probably on the people of Walmart site somewhere 😦 

Trying to make the best of the situation, I had Kyle chase me while I got the mandatory 9 things on my list. Then we made it home (15 minutes earlier than I planned).

I managed to get in the door before Alasdair fell asleep. 

And that was the end. The end of adulting. So chicken salad. Comfort food. Of the Gods. 

The kids had theirs on sourdough. I opted for lettuce wraps. 

Either way. Yum. 

2 Cooked Chicken Breasts

1/4 cup mayonnaise

1 T mustard

Celery, cucumber, onion, apple, salt, pepper, curry, and garlic powder to taste

(I usually add grapes, walnuts, and dried cranberries too, but I didn’t have time today)

The rest of the day was spent catching up on school work. Alasdair slept a whopping 45 minutes, but it was enough time to get chili in the crock pot so there would be food for practice. 

This. This is why I want to hibernate and forget about the world outside the walls of my own home. 

The looks from people in Walmart as I danced around with my half dressed kiddo in a wheelchair…. The embarrassment of him throwing up all over his therapist. The hurt and pain. It’s just too much. 


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