This is about the daily grind with young kids ages 8, 6, and 2 and everything that goes with it. From wishing I were somewhere else (more often than you would like to know) to how I'm managing to get through the day without totally losing the plot. My oldest has Asperger's and Sensory Processing Disorder. And he's the best behaved out of the whole lot.
Remember how I talked about how I go for a run to clear my mind? No?? Go here, skip all the other garbage I wrote and read number four and come back.
Well, I went for a run the other day and almost every time I go out I pass this thing. I don't know exactly what to call it other than the train horse thing. It's out in front of a subdivision where we live. And every time I go by it I think, "Gawd, there has got to be some kid on the Spectrum who would go crazy-gaga in love with this thing!" So I took a picture of it.
What do yo think? I know, pretty cool, right??? Other than the fact that the horse is going to run right smack in front of the train and die a horrible bloody death, its pretty cool. For pitty's sake the thing is life size. It's huge. Now I still can't exactly tell you what it is but there you go.
And yes, I have thought of getting on that horse and riding it.
The funny thing is, that when I go out for a run I have my i-pod on and I'm pretty oblivious to just about everything around me. That would include the golfers at the driving range right behind me. There I was, taking a picture of the train horse thingy.
I left out one vital piece of information and it is: I usually sing while I have my i-pod in. Singing is NOT my strong point. At all. And I was listening to this song:
And here are the lyrics I was singing:
I'm gliding' in the beautiful sky, it's such a clear day, oh Go ridin' in your sweet lullabies, come fly away, ay oh I'm glidin' in the beautiful sky, it's such a clear day, oh Go ridin' in your sweet lullabies, come fly away....
Except where it says: Go ridin' in your sweet lullabies, I sang: Go ridin' in your sweet little thighs.Sweet littlethighs, people. I was singing SWEET LITTLE THIGHS.
Every. Single. Time.
Remember the driving range, full of golfers?!?
Note: I'm sorry to say I don't make anything up I put out here. I wish I did but I don't. I don't have the ability to keep track of lies so my policy has been to adhere to the truth---no matter how painful and/or embarrassing it is. I'm sharing my (mis)adventures because I know how hard it is some days to come by a laugh. As long as you're laughing with me I'm OK with sharing.