This last week was CHAOS for me big time.
We had a big family party for my niece and nephew who graduated. (Same niece that has been raised by wolves.) I planned an impromptu eightieth birthday party for my mother with all of us kids involved and Booga started work this week for the first time ever, ever.
(That tenuous silver strand of umbilical is beginning to become even more tenuous and thin and it was only one thing in a myriad of things that were going to happen over the next week).
In my life right now, these things such as my mother's eightieth birthday party, the twin's open house and Booga ending school for the summer, going to work all in the span of four days are all kind of mind bogglingly difficult for me. I don't like chaos and there's a lot of chaos for everyone involved in all these things and a lot more chaos to the third power with someone that is taking care of a person with Autism.
And so it all went sort of like this:
On Monday I made five pans of brownies, four for the open house and one for Booga to nosh on because he loves brownies.
On Tuesday, I scanned and printed out several pictures of my niece and nephew.
Then on Wednesday pulled several empty bottles out of the closet and out of the box of bottles in my office and set them in the sink to soak the labels off of them, then spent the afternoon and part of the evening painting Modge Podge on them and strapping strips of tissue paper to them, then slapping the pictures on them and Modge Podging over that. Thursday I went shopping for flowers to put in the bottles while Booga went to art class. This was seemingly the busiest Wal-Mart that God ever created because the lines were the longest lines for check out that I had ever seen. It took me a whole half an hour to check out.
Booga got out of school on Friday which was a half day. Shortly afterward I packed up four pans of brownies two with icing and headed to the other side of town to help my sister in law make food for the party. While there, I and a friend of hers went to the hall accompanied by niece and nephew and decorated with the bottles and flowers and some wind catchers with little graduation caps in colors on them.
Then I came home and wrote down everything I needed to take with me to the open house and needed to get done that day on the chalk board in the kitchen and again, made two more bottles with pictures and bought more flowers.
All the time that this was going on I was Face Booking my family and arranging a birthday party for my mom who was turning eighty the next week. And this happened to be so cumbersome because no one wanted to do it the day before Fathers day. (Too be honest the last thing I wanted to do on the Sunday after the open house was go to a party and provide food and host- right now I was helping my sister in law host the twins open house and then of course I had Booga getting out of school and going to work for the first time and riding the public transportation for the first time in his adult life…So…) Finally I decided that it was too much work to try and get everyone in agreement on a date after her birthday so I said, "Let's just do it this Sunday." The end. Everyone except my oldest brother was fine with that (and that was because he had already made plans for that day).
I felt like I was going to pass out.
On top of that I get this feeling as though sometimes, things that others think are easy and they can just breeze by with are the very things that lock me up.
Like cooking in my kitchen which is unreasonably small.
And Heaven forefend that Booga and I are in the kitchen together at the same time or that I watch him at any activity. I have to stop what I am doing and walk out and wait for him to complete his task or he'll stand there and wait and watch me like a confused statue. Or try to explain to him why the big roaster is upstairs and in the kitchen when it isn't Christmas or Thanksgiving. There are times when I wish he were more aware so I didn't have to constantly explain.
SO finally the day came for the open house and I stumbled half-awake out of bed, out to the barn, nearly stepped on a cat, threw open the freezer door and got three pans of Macaroni and Cheese out that I got at the restaurant supply store. I stumbled back into the house, opened the roaster and plopped the three frozen pans of Mac and Cheese into it and took a deep breath and set it to cook. That worked out well except for the fact that I couldn't lift the thing and Boog had to carry it out to the back of the car. We were at the hall most of the day. The next day I went to the store and picked up two huge pans of fried chicken for my moms party and ran screaming into town in my car to pick up a birthday cake and get to my parents house by one o'clock in the afternoon.
She was happy and I got rid of a lot of left over salad from the twins party.
I really "cake and chickened" myself out. I think I can do without birthday/graduation/wedding cake for at least a month or so and I'm all done with chicken for about a week now. When Booga and I came home on Sunday and I took off my bra and went out and sat down for a while I caught my breath and he and I went over the use of bus passes about three times. And I think he understood. And he ended up loving work. Apparently they have vending machines that are all important to Boog.
This is the end of his first work week. My week is still on going. There is no rest for the wicked until possibly Friday and then I have my father his father's day present to take to him and another family get together and I must take a German chocolate cake to on Sunday.
I find that being that busy is not exactly my idea of fun. Not at all. I would rather take on one problem at a time, do it well, and go on from there.
Gah, what an interesting week.
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