It's going to be a weird Christmas. My mother-in-law fell and broke her hip a couple of months ago. My wife and #2 son have been taking care of her the past couple of weeks and will be staying until New Year's. Then she's going to come stay with us until she's up to living on her own again.
Meanwhile, #1 son and I have been "putting our feet on the furniture and smoking cigars." We'd have been going out and doing stuff, but the snow's kept us at bay most of the past week.
I'm sitting on the couch watching the World Series when Robbie gets up from his Blender tutorial at the computer, sits next to me and puts his head on my shoulder.
I could cry. He's almost 11. This won't happen too many more times.
To the teacher that commented on my Aspie son's lack of "flexibility:"
Thank you so much for your feedback. I would never have guessed that someone with ASD would have problems with flexibility. You are so insightful, perhaps you can help the art teacher improve the color sense of her blind students. The teaching profession is surely honored by your presence and I am in awe that someone so gifted is teaching my son.
It's been a tough week. Over the weekend, everyone but me got sick. Robbie and Zequi both had intermittent fevers and neither were themselves. Chris was starting up one of her coughing things. So I worked from home Monday and tried to help out as much as I could while getting a little work done in between shopping for drugs and taking Chris to the Doc.
Tuesday, more of the same. Chris kept getting sicker, boys got better, got worse. No real symptoms, just the disappearing fever.
