Today has been a very hard day for Jonah behaviorally and I don’t feel like talking much about it.
The fact that it’s the 8th anniversary of my best friend Gina’s suicide doesn’t help. She’s been gone almost as long as I knew her. Of course I can’t wrap my mind around her being “gone” at all, let alone for that length of time.
Time mystifies me.
In spite of my drama, it is absolutely deliciously crisp & autumn-gorgeous outside. And I have a list of good things that have happened today:
Jonah got to see two trains.
We went to grandma’s house, where Jonah pooped on the potty and got some black soda.
Jonah asked for red barn (a favorite landmark he enjoys passing by on car rides) and he got red barn.
My mom bought me a delicious turkey sandwich.
Jonah and I are listening to Guster’s brand new CD, Easy Wonderful, as much as possible, over and over.
Sometimes when he whines and yells incessantly from the backseat, I drown him out:
I was down for the count
Without any real way out
In this new submarine
Like the whale of Jonah’s dreams
What if I should rise up
From several fathoms deep
A scar on my soul
And a humbling tale of the world
That swallowed me whole…
~Guster
The Never Normal 
so sorry about your friend, and glad that you are sharing some of the ‘not so funny’ stuff. i think it is what writing a blog is all about, really. being real and exposed, and honest. thank you for that.
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A sad memory Amy but glad to see you still managed to find lots of good things to write about. The turkey sandwich made it in there too!
Keep looking, there’ll be more good things coming along I am sure. 🙂
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I could have written this post today too. Behavior has been so out of control lately. I even set a special appointment with our school “team” for tomorrow morning because I am losing it over here.
I do the same thing with the music, the same exact thing. The song reminds me of a great book filled with strategies I read called, “Just give him the whale.” Some Autism goodies in there.
And the black soda for poop, I remember you told me about that when I wrote about doing fireworks for my son’s poop. But we ran out! And no one is selling them anymore. Maybe I will try the soda thing, he loves it and I never give it to him.
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