The Question Of the Questions
Well, it finally happened. Someone is concerned about the way Liam responds to questions to which he doesn’t know the answer.
Here’s how a conversation with him goes:
Me: What did you do in school today?
Liam: What did you do in schoowah tahday?
Me: Did you play outside?
Liam: Yesss.
Me: What did you play with outside?
Liam: Did you pway wif cahs? And da house? Did you wide da bike?
Evidently one of the special needs instructors was in L’s class and witnessed the questioning conversation between L and his teacher. She’d like to see if there’s anything we can do to help him.
It’s a free service, so I said yes, of course. The director gave me the paperwork and as I glanced through the checklist, I began making connections between symptoms and mental problems.
Hmmm…”Always moving,” and “Doesn’t focus well.” Sounds like ADHD to me. Oh wait…or is he just 2?
Let’s see…”Has difficulty sharing,” and “Prefers to play alone.” Autism? Or, um maybe he’s 2?
“Throws things?” “Is easily frustrated?” Anger problems? Or perhaps just 2?
I’ll admit that it initially freaked me out a bit, but after thinking about the list, I’m pretty sure it’s mostly that he’s just two. L only has a couple of items on the checklist and they don’t seem to correlate to the obvious issues so I’m not too worried about it.
(I probably wouldn’t have worried at all if I’d had my damn medication. What the hell’s the point of expedited shipping, anyway?)
I really just think it’s probably a natural way of dealing with the way we do things at home. We as ask him a ton of questions in a day. I give him choices for some of them and others I just let him decide. AND, he repeats what he hears ALL. THE. TIME. so the fact that he’s repeating questions doesn’t surprise me. They’re just words to him.
Anyone have any insight into this?
As for the rest of the day, L didn’t go to sleep until almost 2.30 and he didn’t get up until 5! By that time E was asleep, so we didn’t get to go to the park to play.
I was SO hoping we’d be able to go. I needed a break! I even called AJ and asked if he’d switch me nights. I’ve just been miserable. I cried on and off all day, I’m ready to take the kids to the orphanage, and my head is still pounding. This whole thing just sucks.
I managed to get out of my funk when Jen, Elias, Gabe, and Sadie came to our house to save the children from their mother so the boys could play. They went wild. (I’m beginning to wonder if my child has this affect on every other kid he’s around. Perhaps the checklist should have a notation for “Is like crack for other children.”)
Then Jen and Elias invited us to dinner. I went into scrounge mode to figure out something I could take over there, but only came up with a lame salad, a few cookies, and Cadbury crisp eggs.
It worked out ok because Jen made the soupiest brownies ever. It was like a molten chocolate cake. I swear I shall never bake brownies according to the box again. It was heaven.
Next thing we knew it was 8.30! No wonder the children were insane!
E cried the entire way home and L wasn’t acting much better. I was so relieved to get them in bed.
It’s finally quiet.
And my pills arrived!
So now I am sitting here in the dark relishing the thought that Happy Pill Juice is making its way through the veins. Hopefully tomorrow the headache will be better and I’ll get out of this fog.
