Well, the kids are off to school tomorrow. They need their routines back. We don't do well with long stretches of open time. Today I tried to take them to this HIDEOUS PLACE to kill a couple of hours. I needed food. I thought it would be fun. Not so much. Completely overwhelming. Too big. Too noisy. Too many people. It's like a Costco sized farm stand with a thousands little rooms to navigate and loaded with Disney sized animatronic orange juice cartons singing to pigs and skim milk bottles. W-E-I-R-D! For the first time in a long time I abandoned ship (cart) and we bolted.
Bella starts 1st grade tomorrow. It's bittersweet for me. Technically it is 1st grade. Technically. I told her school starts tomorrow and she gave me a HUGE smile. Bella's no dumb bunny. Mia enters 7th grade. I went to my first dance in 7th grade. Had sleepovers with friends. Begged my parents for a CB radio so I could talk to truckers. (Denied, smart move Dr. and Mrs. R.) Miss G heads to fifth grade.
I'm proud of my girls. They navigate the world with style and a certain panache. Even when I drag them to highly inappropriate places (I didn't mean to!) We stand out, that I can promise you. But I don't give two shits. I explained to one woman as I frantically searched for an exit in that labyrinth of a farm store on steroids, "This is autism. It's too much for us in here. We need to leave." And she gave me a nod that said, "That's cool. Do what you got to do."