When I picked Logan up, his teacher assured me with a smile on her fact that he was "Sugared up and ready to go! Merry Christmas!" I love her. I love his teacher. She has done so much for us. I will say nothing more.
Well, because the schedule was so messed up, and because Logan was so full of sugar and dye, he was extra cranky this afternoon. By extra-cranky, I mean lots of constant yelling, screaming, and just general inability to deal. He finally went in the bathroom and just sat in the tub naked and yelled and yelled.
I know this because I had his brother check on him. He was sitting there yelling, "I need help!" when in fact, nothing was wrong. So we left him alone because if he needed to yell, then maybe we should just let him. Sometimes autistic children yell and stim a lot after school because they've had to "hold it in" all day. When Logan gets in the car, depending on the kind of day he's had, he's either calm or he lets loose with a verbal smorgasboard sure to tickle your eardrums and rattle your nerves. It's not his fault, he can't control it very much, and that's just the way it is.
So I sat here at the computer, chatting with a friend to keep my mind off of the total chaos in the other room, and the yelling continued, and all I could think was, "Polar bears yell when they poop."
Seriously, have you seen this meme, on the internet? You know, I don't know if it's true. I know almost nothing about polar bears, except that they are more vicious than normal bears, extremely territorial, do not drink Coke, and it's best to just stay away. But there's this pic going around on Pinterest that states the aforementioned interesting fact. I will spare you a visual.
And what has this got to do with anything, you ask?
Nothing. It has to do with nothing. It has only to do with the fact that when things are completely chaotic, and you can't do anything about it, you have to find humor somewhere. You can't sit there and cry or stay angry at a situation that is beyond your control. EMT's do it all the time. So do police officers. Because the alternative of truly thinking about the situation in all of its stark clarity, and truly considering what is happening, especially when you can't do anything about it doesn't help anyone. Humor is my coping mechanism. So is talking to friends, asking them to unload (because if I'm listening to their problems, I'm not thinking of mine), and chocolate.
Now I'm going to go in the kitchen, finish dinner, and sing.
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