Daddy wants to take you guys to the pool. Let's get ready.
To the pool? I don't want to go. People throw up there. I'll get sick.
You go there every day, honey. You know they clean the pool if anything happens.
Yeah, with chemicals that will make me sick.
No, good chemicals. The kind that clean things. Here, put your swimsuit on.
Wait. Did this fall on the floor? I'm not putting that on, its dirty. It has dog hair on it.
It was on the floor for a second. You roll around on the floor. How can you say that this is dirty?
It is. I'm not putting it on.
OK, fine. Go get a new suit. Then I'll put on your sunscreen.
No. No sunscreen. It's August. I have a tan. I can skip sunscreen now.
No, you still need sunscreen. But you do have a little bit of a tan. I love those freckles on your nose.
Ugh. I hate the freckles. I probably have skin cancer. That's what those freckles are.
No. But if I don't put on the sunscreen you might get a burn and end up with cancer when you are older.
I'm just going to stay home. I shouldn't go out in the sun anyway. They might make me wear a life jacket like they did in swim class. I am NOT doing that again.
OK, fine, stay home. You do love to swim, though.
It's too hot today. I have a headache and I feel sweaty.
That's why you should go to the pool, to cool off. Go get a drink of water.
Wait. Did Jane touch my glass? She did, didn't she? I need a new glass.
I don't think she touched your glass, but I'll get you a new one. You know, you do touch the same things as her all the time.
Ick! What is she doing? She just made a weird sound. Is she going to throw up? Am I going to get sick?
No, you aren't going to get sick. She isn't sick. She just coughed. Come on, Daddy is ready. Maybe he'll get you a treat from the ice cream truck.
But there are bees there by the trash cans. What if he won't unwrap my ice cream and throw out the wrapper like you do?
I'm sure he will if you ask him to.
No, he's mad at me.
He is?
Yeah, because I won't try on my football helmet. I am NOT playing football.
But you begged us to sign you up for football. You are a good player. You'll have fun.
I am NOT playing. I am NOT wearing that helmet. It hurts. It gets stuck.
Well, I think you need to get used to it -
And the coaches are going to be mean, just like my second grade teacher!
Wait a minute. The coaches are excited to have you on the team and we've been over this about your teacher. Lots of people say she's perfectly nice once you get to know her.
Right. She won't like me. I can't keep my desk neat and my work is messy. And I do stuff like knock kids over and throw things. I don't want to go back to school. Plus, I'll have to ride the bus! And I might get sick. There's poison on that bus.
OK, lets not talk about that now. Let's just put on the sunscreen so you can have fun at the pool. You are getting to be such a good swimmer! It is going to be fun to swim in the ocean on vacation.
I don't WANT to go on vacation! Twelve hours in the car to be in a place I don't know! I'm staying home!
Well, then you'll have to go to football practice.
*Grunt*
Come on, vacation will be fun. We can do lots of good things. We can even have lunch on the beach.
Outside? In the sand? With the bugs? You know I don't like to eat outside.
Yeah.
I feel sick. My head hurts.
Yeah, me too, Buddy. Me too.
I dated a guy like this once.
Poor you. Poor him. Hang in there.
Posted by: drama mama | August 20, 2008 at 11:27 PM
Oh, you poor thing. Both of you! I'm sorry. My son is still young enough where if he's having a really rough day I just make him take a looong bath. I'm not sure what I'll do when that stops working (and he starts talking more).
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Posted by: Kia | August 12, 2008 at 08:54 PM
Wow, and I thought I was alone in the insanity of parenting a kid with SPD!! My only comfort (and this will sound horrible!) is that my son's speech is delayed by about a year, so I don't get quite as many arguments and excuses. instead, we just get a lot of fights and crying without quite understanding why. I take that back, it is no comfort at all.
Posted by: Patty O. | August 11, 2008 at 05:40 PM
Um, are you sure that you haven't kidnapped MY son??? Sounds like they're one and the same!
I'm glad that Good Fountain led me to your blog. Sounds like our boys have a LOT in common!!
Posted by: Kia | August 10, 2008 at 09:57 PM
Anxiety is difficult all round.
Glad he made it out swimming.
Posted by: Casdok | August 09, 2008 at 02:51 AM
Oh dear - sounds like a tough day.
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Posted by: The Broken Man | August 08, 2008 at 07:04 AM
Oh my. Poor little guy. Poor you.
Posted by: delilah | August 06, 2008 at 11:09 PM
That's rough. You keep trying, and want to guide it in a good place, and keep patient, and part of you must be wanting to lay down and do deep breathing uninterrupted for ten minutes. (hugs)
If it helps at all, I feel like screaming by the time I usher the kids out b/c our conversations? not that terribly different right now.
Posted by: Julie Pippert | August 05, 2008 at 06:47 PM
Diva is my anxious child - so frustrating and you just ache for them. Hope some fun got through those fears.
Posted by: Frog's Mom | August 05, 2008 at 11:34 AM
A window into my future . . .
Eh, what am I saying. It's a window into my past, too. I was practically that anxious as a kid.
I wish I'd let myself have more fun.
Posted by: jaelithe | August 04, 2008 at 09:22 PM
oh, lori. i ache for him, that he's feeling so much anxiety.
give that boy a hug for me.
Posted by: slouching mom | August 04, 2008 at 09:19 PM
Poor dude. Poor you. It must be so hard for you both.
Posted by: Kyla | August 04, 2008 at 02:59 PM
Oh boy-good luck tonight at Football. Let us know if Scott needs some time w/Dallas-it may help him. You are a very patient mom!
Posted by: Laura | August 04, 2008 at 11:45 AM
Oh honey. You should be a diplomat to legions of foreign entities.
Posted by: flutter | August 04, 2008 at 11:39 AM
oh my! we have our version of that over here. the anxiety, pouring out about all the things that are changing and cant' be stopped. it must feel like watching an avalanche approach from a distance. it will pass, yes? as it has before and maybe when it returns, it will have lessened. sending xxx in the meantime!!
Posted by: kyra anderson | August 04, 2008 at 10:11 AM
They did make it to the pool. Usually the worst part is just getting out the door. But would you all be surprised to hear that this post is only the tip of the iceberg? It does come in waves and right now things are particularly bad b/c the football thing starts today, we are getting ready for vacation, and there is a sense that summer is winding down. Whenever things are changing or new, the anxiety spikes right up with all things, even those that were not a problem previously.
Posted by: Lori at Spinning Yellow | August 04, 2008 at 07:40 AM
Oh Lori. That's a whole lot of anxiety for one little guy. Hope he made it to the pool and I hope he had a great time!
Posted by: kristen | August 04, 2008 at 12:35 AM
Reminds me of my standard chant 'fun, new, exciting!' Doesn't work though.
Best wishes
Posted by: Maddy | August 03, 2008 at 11:08 PM
Um, Lori? I see where the migraine might've come from.
But seriously, the poor kiddo, he's really having a rough go of it. Is there anything he is enjoying these days that doesn't cause any upset?
All that and: ANXIETY SUCKS.
Posted by: Jordan | August 03, 2008 at 09:57 PM
Oh dear. Hope it lets up soon! BTW, did you make it to the pool??
Posted by: niksmom | August 03, 2008 at 09:53 PM