It is the last day of the school holidays.
Boo is stimming his heart out, pacing up and down the house screaming ‘WE ARE MAKING A COMMERCIAL NOT A FREAK SHOW! (I have no idea) and has music he has created on Garage Band on loop turned up to eleven making my ears bleed.
The cupboards are bare of any food I can eat because food I can eat is the food HE likes to eat first and then he will attack the entire contents of the fruit bowl for afternoon tea. And then noodles.
The airconditioner is turned up high because being summer it is hot as hell and I am exhausted just watching him pace incessantly with his arms flailing. At least I don’t need to put the fan on with the breeze he is creating.
I feel guilty that the only outings the poor child has had this school holidays have been are to the doctors, to watch me get blood drawn, back to school shopping and that one rather jarring experience where he had to accompany me and a nurse into the toilets at pathology to get my heart monitor removed.
C’est la vie.
We are both so ready for the routine that the school year brings.
An hour ago I got a call that we have secured partial funding for his second day at a fabbo program, so now he has high school 3 days and a social program 2 days. It is not exactly what we hoped for (like FULL funding and for the entire year, but we will work it out) but at the social program he gets to do all sorts of wonderful amazing awesome things and I have a little more time to fight for funding. HUZZAH!
Like I have done for the last 20 odd years (OMG THAT FUCKING LONG!?!!) I have spent the last week getting everything ready for the first week back. Rewashed the uniforms so they were nice and fresh, checked out school bags and lunch boxes/drink bottles, checked books and school supplies.
Boo size14 v my size9
He needed very little. Shoes, a few visual art diaries, a fuck tonne of pencils and art supplies and a pencil case. No fucking covering of books! Praise glory be. That had to be the worst of the worst jobs.
Tonight he is going to be a nightmare to get to go to sleep.
He will be awake most of the night.
He will be a monster to get up in the morning.
I will miss the shit out of him all day and he will be a complete butthead when he gets home, a mess of exhaustion and held in stims and ticks from an overwhelming day, yelling between gulps of two minute noodles and huge bites of cinnamon teacake that I will undoubtedly make him because it is his favourite and I will miss the noise and bigness of him from the last six weeks at home.
And everything will go back to normal.
Well as normal as things get around here.
Are your kids back to school yet?
Are you SO FUCKING READY?