Are We Done Yet?

Is this week over yet? Are we done yet?

Let's recap, shall we?

Sunday, we helped our neighbor pack up and move. Kai kept falling all over the place, got his finger pinched under the seat of the swing bench, and got smacked in the face when the screen fell out of a second story window.

Monday, it rained. And I had two reasonably crabby children.

Tuesday. Dear God, Tuesday. We started with a meltdown from Kai over wearing pants. He was mad because I gave him jeans to put on. I tried to defuse the situation by giving him sweatpants, but I was too late. Got him calmed down finally, and then he had to use the bathroom. He's at a stage where if he says he needs to go potty, it's because he's five seconds from needing new pants, so I ran up the stairs with him. We made it to the bathroom, but Mom forgot to put the baby gate back up, Taryn tried to follow us, and fell down the stairs. He bit his tongue, chipped his tooth, and had a mild concussion but was otherwise okay. Then, on our walk across the street to the clinic for speech and occupational therapy, the front wheel fell off the stroller. After OT/ST, we walked up the hill to the store, and Kai freaked out over the little coin operated rides, first because I let him go on one, then because I took him off when he flipped out. I got hit, punched, kicked, and bit. On our way home, he got his restraints undone and jumped from the stroller into oncoming traffic (see my earlier post about it). I got hit, kicked, and bit again trying to get him back in the stroller. We got home, he fell asleep at his table, and I carried him to his room. When he woke up, I was making dinner, which was apparently unacceptable to him, because I got hit, kicked, punched, and bit AGAIN. So, I carried him (fighting and screaming the whole way) up to his room. Then, I found a tick in my hair. OH! And Taryn had an allergic reaction to almonds. Because, ya know. Tuesday.

Yesterday was pretty okay. We had a few incidents that involved Kai going upstairs, stealing toys out of his brother's room and make-up and hair ties out of mine, and trying to get into the peroxide, but the day was otherwise okay.

Today. Dear God, today. Taryn got his finger pinched and wouldn't let me hold him. He hit, kicked, bit, and at one point slapped me for moving him away from things he's not supposed to have, or places he's not supposed to be, and even for trying to comfort him after he got hurt. He's into this kick where he won't let me hold him, and that's mildly concerning to me when you tie in the fact that he has a sing-song voice and toe-walks, so we'll be talking to Kai's specialist to see what they think, and meanwhile I'm keeping track of the things that are somewhat concerning to me given Kai's issues (although we don't believe his autism is genetic given what happened when he was born, we don't know that for sure, and it doesn't mean his brother can't have it, although there is a very good chance he's just an odd kiddo or copying his brother-I just don't want to be that mom who refuses to see autism in her younger child even though she's well aware her older child has it, so I'm being cautious; I don't believe he has it, but.). Then, I made dinner, and would anyone like to take a guess as to what Kai did with it? Yup, he threw it at me. Plate and all.

I repeat. Are we done yet?