Honestly, that is a pretty apt slice of life to apply to the larger picture of how things go for me: run in circles —> attempt to hide from children —> pratfall —> found by child —> homework —> screaming.
Mixed in with the spin cycle of day to day existence have been a couple of things of note. One of them was an IEP meeting today, which was pretty monumental. I think I’ll save that story for tomorrow.
Today, I’ll tell you about yesterday. Yesterday was awesome. Jess from A Diary of a Mom and her family were in town because Jess knows people. Like, White House people. She goes to the White House now and again and tells the folks what’s up. I’m really grateful that she does. She’s smart and thoughtful and has a way of representing a lot of diverse voices and ideas while still staying true to her message—which is helping people with autism.
If I were to go to the White House to talk to anyone about autism, it would be like this: security gaffe —> awkward silence —> me trying to sound intelligent but actually sounding like what would happen if Beavis accidentally wandered into the seat of government —> some nodding and inappropriate giggling —> pratfall/injury during exit —> sobbing in my car.
Anywho. Jess and her family came to town for a quick visit and Sunday of Adventures in Extreme Parenthood came to my house and then we drove into DC to hang out with the Diary gang.
Sunday and I were both a little bit surprised that we managed to drive all the way into DC and back together without any major snafus because, come on…it’s us. The worst thing that happened was that I parked about an inch away from the car next to me in the tiny parking garage, so Sunday had to shimmy out of the wrong door. Sorry, Sunday.
I have to throw some props at the Elephant & Castle, the place we had lunch. Jess called and asked if they could help accommodate her family, including her beautiful girl with autism who has trouble with crowds. They put us in a scheduled-to-be-closed private room in the back all by ourselves. Nicely done, E&C. I’ll be back.
Speaking of that beautiful girl, Brooke, and her also beautiful sister, Katie (seriously, Jess and her husband make gorgeous kids), we had quite a lovely time with those little charmers. Katie in particular was very welcoming to our other lunch guest.
You may also notice the phrase “Stimey the verb” there. Much as I would have liked to have cropped that out of the photo never to think about it again, it didn’t work out for me. See, in that household, when you puke, you have just Stimeyed. Yep. I’m a verb. And not the good kind.
I mean, it’s not that it’s totally unwarranted. I regularly get emails and messages from people telling me their own regurgitation stories—and those of strangers. It’s kind of a theme here in Stimeyland. And there is one particularly dramatic incident etched in Jess’ mind, so I will take my metamorphosis into a verb and wear it with pride.
Frankly, how many of YOU are verbs?
Yeah. That’s what I thought.
It was such a great afternoon. I even roped Sunday into agreeing to participate in a race that I’m going to run in October. I’ll tell you about that soon too. We think Luau (Mr. Jess) should do it too. Although he might/would kick our asses.
So that’s what I have for you from yesterday. I’ve had a lot of scrambling around trying to get my act together lately, so it was really nice to just chill out with some really nice, funny, relaxing people. I want to hang out with these people more often, that is for sure.