When Sky was a toddler, he managed to lock all of the suitcases and change the combinations. It took us a full day to get them open again. When Pink P was a toddler, she liked to unpack whatever we packed which resulted in the entire family nearly missing the last possible bus to Narita Airport for our flight back to the U.S. In the end, a friend, one of the other moms from Sky's preschool at the time, had to run with us, dragging along part of our stuff all while carrying a baby strapped to her back. Incidentally, not long after that, we lost touch with that friend, and I can't help but think she dumped us when she realized how just disorganized and incompetent we really are. For the record, she's never moved with a toddler.
This time around, Stow is our toddler, and his game is climbing into Every. Single. Box. I. Try. To. Pack.
|Don't let that pensive look fool you. He's probably contemplating the various ways he could take over the world.|
|Ooo, Mommy's winter clothes sure are comfortable.|
So, yeah, packing with toddlers, not so fun.
But it's nothing like trying to help my ASD kid navigate another big change. Just recently, Sky seems to have realized we are going to move. The speech therapist, bless her heart, thought that with a month to go, now would be a good time to start working through various scenarios for moving to a new place and meeting new friends. It makes sense, only, when you give Sky an entire month to anticipate something, it never goes well. During the session, she tried to get Sky to think about some of the challenges that he might encounter when we move. Nothing doing. Apparently, he spent their entire 45-minute session repeating, "I don't want to talk about this. I don't have to talk about this. My mom said I could use the computer" (for the record so not true). He fidgeted. He refused to make eye contact. He became belligerent. And, he managed not to answer a single one of the therapist's questions.
The worst part, of course, is that now the move is squarely on Sky's radar. So, he's flipped out. It's not like this is new news to him, but now it's real news. The lack of structure is palpable and nerves have set in. And it's not pretty. He spends a lot of his time running around like a spastic monkey.
Three and a half weeks to go. Heaven help us.