I have some new Barrett stories to tell, but I must confess – they’re not the kind of stories that make a momma proud, because for the last week he’s be a royal pain in the you-know where. Honestly, his actions have baffled me and made me wonder just what goes on inside his head. He’s had an interesting week, that’s for sure. Mischievous and naughty.
I’ve wondered if it could be the weather. It’s been raining here for the last ten day and we’ve had wild weather (more on that below). There are studies indicating that drastic changes in barometric pressure can send kids on the spectrum into a tailspin, so hopefully that’s it. Cause if he’s just being a rebellious teenager, he’s outa here. Do I have any takers?
Last week, during speech therapy, he gave one of his favorite people in the whole world, Jodi, a hard time. He wasn’t cooperative, and when she tried to give him directions, he placed his finger on her lips and sshh-ed her! Then he did one of his signature arm moves (see video). Alrighty then. Little did I know, that was the warning of the coming Bear-storm.
On Sunday, he was very hyper. More than once, I checked his medicine tray to make sure I did in fact give him his meds. I had. Audrey had some friends over, so I was trying to occupy him, but he was not in the mood to be entertained. At one point I heard a splashing noise, so I checked my bathroom (he likes to play in the big garden tub). No Barrett. I went back to my office, then heard it again. I looked around and found him in the kitchen. He was dumping water from a huge plastic cup onto his head, with the water splashing all over the kitchen floor, which is hardwood. There was a lot of water, which indicted that it was not the first glass he’d dumped.
I got towels and whisper-yelled at him that, “He was damn-well going to clean up the mess!” I was whispering because I didn’t want to embarrass Audrey or scare her friends, cause Momma was not happy! Also, if his father saw the mess, he’d really be in trouble (this was a repeat offense). He just cackled and refused to help me. I sent him to his room.
About an hour later, Hunter finds me and says, “Uh mom, we have a problem.” Oh no. It turns out that Barrett took a “bath” in Hunter’s bathroom and splashed water onto the floor. It took another laundry basket of towels to clean.
I asked him why he was doing this, and he smirked at me and said, “Oh no!” A genuine smirk – I kid you not. I told him he had to stay in his room until dinner time.
After Audrey’s friends left, I poured myself a glass of wine and started making dinner. I heard Barrett barrel down the stairs (he sounds like a herd of elephants when he runs down them). I didn’t turn around, but yelled that he better get his butt back upstairs. More laughing. One of the other kids called my name and I went to see what was going on. When I returned, Barrett was jumping up and down next to the breakfast bar, where my empty wine glass was. Are you kidding me?
“Barrett!!!!” He laughed and ran up to his room.
Now, no need to report me to child services, I don’t know for sure that he consumed the adult beverage, it’s just that all facts support the strong possibility.
At dinner, which was in the dining room because it was Sunday night, he picked up his water glass and poured it all over the table. It was Dad’s turn to raise his voice, and Barrett was sentenced to an early bed time. Good-night Barrett.
The next morning, for an encore, he tried to swing from the shower curtain rod when he got out of the tub. Barret is 120 pounds, so two seconds later it ripped out of the wall. Barrett shrieked like a girl (which was kind of funny).
I couldn’t wait for his bus to come. And when it did, I opened the door and bid him good riddance. As he stepped outside, Hunter advised him, “Make good choices, Barrett.”
I warned his teachers of his antics and braced myself for a phone call. But they had bigger issues to deal with. On Monday, our county was under a tornado watch and Barrett and his classmates had to take shelter in an interior bathroom for about an hour. They got to eat M&Ms and watch movies. My 1st grader, who had to maintain a duck and cover position in the school hallway for an hour, was not happy to hear that.
Poor Cammy. When he and his sister finally arrived home almost an hour past their scheduled time, he ran across our front lawn yelling, “Mom, there was real tornado! It wasn’t a drill!” For the record, the tornado wasn’t real, but it wasn’t a drill. Sirens were going off all over the county, which was unnerving. Dad asked him if he ever imagined that would happen. Cammy answered, “No, I never saw that coming. I never thought it would all end in the hallway!” I wish we had a recording, he was so emphatic, and his cute little voice, and with his arms stretched out.
We talked about it later at dinner, because Audrey wanted to know what they did at the middle school. Cammy told Hunter that he had to duck in the hallway, with his book bag over his head, “for a whole hour!” We laughed, but he insisted that it wasn’t funny. I told him that I’d emailed his teacher, so I’d known that he was fine. His frustrated reply, “I was not fine! I was terrified!”
Camden’s reenactment, when he got home.
Sorry for the sidebar, but I needed some cuteness in this post.
As they say, this too shall pass. The next day brought us sunny skies, and I hoped, a renewed Barrett. But hold the door – his reign of terror was not over yet!
I got a call from his teacher, reporting more delinquent behavior. Bear dumped a new pack of rat bedding (the class pet is a rat – in a cage – ew, I know), which is like cedar chips, all over the classroom floor. He added a bunch of ribbons from the art closet to the pile. Still, that wasn’t enough, so he tore up some cardboard from a classroom game. What the????
Miss Gina asked him if he made the mess and he confessed, “Yes.” She informed him that if he did the crime, he had to do the time. Gina claims he was very cooperative with the big broom, dust pan, and sweeper. Whatever, he’s still a stinker and I’m beyond perplexed. I don’t know what’s up with him lately? I wonder if I’ll ever be able to solve the mysteries of Barrett.
Post Script of sorts:
Bear’s class took a CBI trip to a horse farm. He got to ride for the first time in seven years. He used to do hippo therapy, but we stopped because he didn’t exactly get along with the horses. Given his antics from the week, I don’t have much hope for a successful experience. I was wrong – he charmed the horse. And this smile says it all.
I also wonder, if all of you will think this mother’s day card is as funny as I do:
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