Life has been interesting lately. DAD was called into work two Sundays ago, was gone all day, and our boys are just settling down into "normal" again. WINK and SMILE were fantastic that day, didn't give me a bit of drama, but the following week was a spiral into madness. SMILE had four major meltdowns (to qualify as a meltdown, the tantrum needs to be more than three minutes and involve at least two of the following: crying, screaming, pushing, kicking, pinching, hitting) and WINK got weepy over ridiculous Mommy errors (seriously, crying because I poured milk on his Lucky Charms...).
At least, I think DAD's absence was the break in their routine that pushed them over the edge. But then a bunch of parents gave us something to think about: A lot of spectrum kids get fluky when the clocks change. HUH! Never considered that and the clocks DID change the same weekend that DAD was called away.
Oh! Here we go again. A few moments ago, DAD was called in to the boys' room. DAD just walked back in to our room with a pathetically tired SMILE but DAD is smiling wide. "I can't argue with this," he beams. SMILE is wiping little tears from his eyes, holding his daddy's hand and whimpering, "But when I'm sleeping I can't be with you."
Looks like I'm going to be up for a while. SMILE is on my side of the bed.
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