Back to the grind.
I'm not the only one not happy about having our vacation over. Pudd'n was pretty pissed when I started making his lunch and then pulling out his clothes.I feel his pain, truly I do.
Over the weekend I went to a baby shower for Pudd'ns former teacher. She was in from the windy city for a visit and I couldn't wait to see her. On the invite it clearly stated that the first half of the shower was for adults. At 2:30 the kids were invited to come and visit. The party was held in a central location of where all her former students lives. When I arrived I noticed one of Pudd'ns former class mates Mia and with Mia were two other kids I did not know. It turns out that Mia's mom not only just dropped Mia off and left; she also dropped off Mia's brother and cousin.
Okaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy............
Kind of rude if you ask me. The kids behaved well until Rose came. Rose has CP and is in a wheel chair. The brother and the cousin blatanly came up and started staring and gawking at Rose. That did not fly well with me. I leaned down and asked them if they needed any thing. They said "no" so I told them that it was RUDE to stand there and stare at some one. They went back in to the living room and we had no more problems until Pudd'n arrived.
Pudd'n was not happy to be at a home he's never been to and he sure as hell does not care for parties. What was really ironic is that all of Lisa's former boy students did not want to be at the party (one boy has down's and the other is E.D. so I know it just wasn't the autism). Lisa's former girl students were more than happy to go and visit.
Well, Pudd'n is standing there throwing a pretty good tantrum and crying.
Mia's brother & cousin again comes up and starts gawking. I asked them again do you need something? Again they said "No". So this time I gave them the look of death when I said "It is RUDE of you to stand there and stare". Those kids took off like a bat out of hell this time. Steve got a laugh out of that one. I explained to him what had happened when Rose came. It really bugs the shit out of me when people stop and stare at my kid as if he is some sort of freak of nature (his mother is. He is not).
We obviously did not stay long at the party. It got really chaotic and between Pudd'n and Charlie (the boy who is E.D.) the energy was really over the top.
Ugh. I guess I'd better drag my sorry ass in to the bathroom and do something with my hair before I leave for work.
How many more days until Yule vacation??