Or with the inflection I am really thinking,
Life in a house full of ADHD (present company included) and Asperger’s is always, um…interesting. Particularly in the evening. When everyone’s meds run out (present company included).
So far this evening, The Girl Monkey has had three Drama Queen scream stomp slam breaks into her room. (Why is everybody picking on me?!?!!!!!!!)
Monkey #1 has had two screaming Asperger fits. Including yelling at his sister…which then prompted one of The Girl Child’s events. (Why won’t anyone let me talk?!?!?!?)
Monkey #1 was sent to his room to cool off. The Girl was being dramatic in her room. So, Monkey #2 and I settled on the couch to watch some TV. Wheel! Of! Fortune! Monkey #1 comes back down and starts to grumble about not getting a say in anything and why can’t we change the channel…grumble grumble grumble. Wellll…. It could be because when we were trying to decide what to watch – YOU had a meltdown and threatened to hurt your little sister and had to go to your room… Smart Mommy did not say that out loud.
The only quiet one. Monkey 2. No whining. No stomping. No screeching. Just enjoying some Mommy Monkey Snuggle Time. Of course, he can’t sit still at all. Wiggle. Wiggle. Wiggle. (Sweetie, your chin is very sharp. Please stop digging it into my arm.)
By this time, I just want to put the other two outside to fend for themselves and just snuggle with Middle Monkey. They are scrappy. And pretty darn smart. They should be fine.
Ok. Not entirely practical. And won’t get me voted Mommy of the Millennium. Guess I shall keep them. Just as long as I can occasionally run off screaming and stomping and slamming, too.