Today was destined to go badly wrong when I was ripped from a doze by the sounds of screaming and yelling from downstairs. Instead of waking me by crawling into my bed for a morning snuggle, M had crept downstairs to watch cartoons with her brother. I’m not sure what the yells were about but seeing as the clock said 9.45 (!!!!) hunger would have played a large part in the tempers flying – all my kids need regular feeding or they are uber-grumps. Rather like their mother.
Dancing class starts at 10,30 prompt ten miles away and I need to be in the car and moving by ten past ten at the absolute latest. Hubby ran to the kitchen to knock up a jam sandwich and get M sat down to eat. I ran about grabbing a cat lick wash and getting dressed at the same time as grabbing clothes for M. I dressed her like a doll while she gulped down her juice and we left. So, before we’d left the house the routine was gone.
We arrived and dancing and waited. And waited. And waited some more. Finally we found out that the lady who runs it was at a funeral but the teenagers who help would be running the class. OK, that’s good. However, almost all the girls were running on teen time and not dancing time, and it was over 15 minutes late starting. There was no piano, and therefore no big warm-up. Another massive change for M who does crave her routines due to her autism.
I bolted out the door after tipping off one of the teens that she might have a wobble and please keep an extra eye on her, and rushed off to the cafe for a restorative cup of tea, trying not to chew my fingers off in a worry about what state M might possibly be in.
Collecting her, she seemed happy and calm, which was a massive relief. We popped into the charity shop as we always do and then headed for the cafe where she gets her treat and drink for working hard at her dancing. For some reason M was hungry and chose the soup, not something she would normally have. The soup today was butternut squash and red pepper. I make (allegedly) the world’s best butternut squash soup, so she was keen. However, it arrived with obvious strips of pepper floating in it, and the soup, although blended, was a lot thinner than I make it. Not to be deterred M asked me to fish out most of the bigger bits of pepper, which I did, adding them to my plate (yum). She then stirred it until it cooled down enough for her to eat, and got on with it. Once or twice she got a bit panicked by the peppers, so I helped her out, but with the help of an extra slice of bread she finished the entire bowl. She even had room for an iced biscuit for afters, which I thought she certainly deserved after tackling the soup.
We made our way back to the car and headed to the supermarket for, amongst other things, raspberry jam of which we had run out in the week. It didn’t take very long but M was definitely running out of spoons, and she was shutting off on the drive home.
After a few tears about who was going to watch her dvd with her, she is curled up with my special teddy (who I think might just have magical powers) on the sofa. She has had so many changes to her Saturday, and any one of those could have thrown her to the point where she bolted or refused to engage, yet she has worked her way through them and emerged mostly smiling on the other side. I do wonder if lack of anxiety over school has contributed to her being able to cope. She is now on half term for a week and therefore doesn’t have to worry about being parted from me until Monday week. Whatever the reason I am extraordinarily proud of my wee girl today.