This piggy Is NOT in her blanket.
Why am I blogging at 9:45pm when I should be reading my Ray Bradbury book, all snug in my bed, complete with my fantastique Garnet Hill Paris Percale down quilt cover pulled up to my chin? I'll tell you why. Because I am waiting for an emergency batch of gluten free, chemical free, casein free, soy free, dye free, nitrite free PIGS IN A GD BLANKET to bake.
Miss G's communication log today announced "Tomorrow we're having a superbowl party and we're making pigs in a blanket in social skills cooking class! Can G eat them?" NO SHE CAN'T!
I read that at 4:45pm. We had special ed CCD at 6:30pm. Dinner was ready at 5:00pm. So we scarfed down dinner. And then headed to Porricellis where I purchased a bag of Bob's Red Mill "GFCFSF what the hell is actually in the bag for $7.00?" wheat free/gluten free bread mix. And a pack of Applegate Farms natural hot dogs. Then we went to special ed CCD (Catechism for Catholic kids) where seven kids with autism learned about (insert eye roll here) SIN! Yes, that's right. The lovely, sweet woman who teaches the class taught them about sin. And then (insert teeth grinding here) after settling into class, she announced "We're going over to the church to look at the confessionals!" We Moms look at each other aghast. SHIT! We just got the kids settled! OK, coats on! It's not like they just jump into their coats. I got my kids coats on and dragged Peanut down the hall to toward the door as Miss M was clomping her way to the parking lot. STOP! I got her.
We trudged into the dark, scary huge church to look at the darker, scarier, tiny room with the sliding screened/fabric covered window where the priest takes confession. One bright little guy shouts "I'm scared!" Well, sure you are. And you know what little man, this confessional always scared the bejesus out of me too.
You can't just spring things on kids with autism. We parents need to prepare our kids. That might mean talking to them or drawing pictures or using prepared images called PECS in a social story. We survived. Although the Moms surely committed some sin under our breath while standing in the narthex. I think that's a churchy/architecture word. Narthex. Cool.
So we badalabooped BACK into the school to finish class. Sheesh. We got home at 7:40 and I set out a snack and start proofing yeast. Got Miss M showered, G put on her PJ's. Put the bread in the oven. Got Miss Peanut to bed. Fielded a call from a dear, dear friend whose son with autism broke out in hives tonight. Tried to send her a lifeline (have a cocktail) felt crappy that I didn't have much to offer. And here I am.