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A lot has happened

The first step in blogging is not writing them but reading them.  Jeff Jarvis

Hi fellow bloggers

I saw this today and thought yes, I need to do this, so I have just read my blogs. Interesting, funny and brings it all home about life.

Today, though, my blogging is about me. I have had a minor breakdown. I just couldn’t cope anymore. Carer’s Support Service in Bendigo have been so helpful. They sent me to a lovely little B&B about 45 mins drive away from home for two nights. It was lovely. I never ate so much good food in such a short space of time. I went for little drives around the district and did some sight-seeing and window shopping. I did a little stitching and most importantly, I did it all alone. That was what I needed. To be alone, to do as I pleased, when I pleased. I watched TV, the shows I wanted to watch. I had control of the remote. I had the TV on, the computer on and no one complaining that I was doing two things at once.

I got up when I wanted to, even though breakfast was brought at a normal breakfast time. I ate, woke up, then went back to bed, because I could. I turned the TV around so I could watch it from bed…a huge king size bed. I sat outside on the patio to have a cuppa and look at the view, listen to the birds and just notice the odd bit of traffic noise. Very quiet.

While I was sight-seeing, I picked up a few little niceties along the way. I visited a Lavender Farm, enjoyed the lovely quiet farm-like peace, took some pictures and bought a bunch of lavender. When I got back to the B&B, I broke the bunch up into smaller portions. I gave one to mum, she loves lavender and I made a little sachet to put in my journal, along with a few brochures of where I had visited. I saw beautiful Begonias in bloom. I saw lots of national park-lands. I visited mineral springs where you can bottle up natural spring water for free, just bring your own bottles. I walked around gardens, and looked in interesting shops. Mostly I enjoyed the driving and the freedom to do as I pleased.

When I came back to Bendigo, I had been invited to a Carer’s Forum, which meant nice surroundings, free morning tea and lunch. I had an enjoyable time. I shared about my breakdown a little, and my time away and how it affected me. I shared my thoughts on what supports for us as carer’s we needed to have available to us. I got to know some other people in caring positions as well as others who were being case managed and they gave their thoughts and feelings about the service they receive. All in all it was good. I shared my experiences with Carer’s Support Service for the last 4 years, how their assistance in helping me start journalling had broadened into my internet interests and blogging, being much the same as journalling. The organization thanked me for giving them some bright new ideas on how to assist us carers more.

I also got to meet some of the team who look after Case Management Services. I have been referred to them for our current situation, being me breaking down and not coping with life in general because of my caring responsibilities.

When I got home, I was expecting a clean house because Kim said that her and Pat cleaned up all day Monday, when I first left to go away. I was so proud of them for doing that. But, when I got home, it was much the same. It was then that I realized that my job as carer of my two charges was just that….caring for everything they can’t. Even though there were obvious signs of them having cleaned up, it was back to the usual mess. I also realized that yes this house is way, way too small for us as a family. I cannot ask Kim to leave again, it is her home too. But, we cannot live in this tiny house.

The lounge room had been cleaned, vacuumed, tidied up, but they had 2 whole days of use for it to be filled again with cups, bottles of drink, empty plates with cutlery, packaging from chocolate, ice-cream, kfc, etc. The kitchen had most of the dishes washed and put away, but where did they put them? I couldn’t find them where they belonged, except for the cutlery and utensils. The kitchen table was full of dirty dishes, and cooking pots and dishes. They had a couple of friends stay overnight, and that was fine, so the divan was down for sleeping on, alcohol boxes on the kitchen table and shopping bags all over the floor.

So, now I know. They do make a lot of mess, and I am always cleaning up after them. I am always busy, on my feet, doing things for them, because as much as they are capable of doing it all, they just don’t. No matter how much I ask them and tell them to help, they only do it on their terms. Their terms do not help me. Don’t get me wrong, I do appreciate it when they do clean up, or pick up after themselves, but it is not consistent enough to help me stay out of my depression.

Kim and Pat are such funny people. They make me laugh. We have fun. But, bottom line, I cannot cope because I am so tired. I want to be just like them, no responsibilities, no worries, just live each day as it comes. Hakuna Matata!

Well, time has come to take responsibility seriously. I need to get dressed and take my meds and clean up yesterdays mess. Oh well

Dianne

Walking the animals

Hi Fellow Bloggers

I was on the phone to mum, discussing our family plans for emergencies. We do this regularly to keep ourselves on the ready. In our town we have in the last 2 years experienced bush-fires burning out an entire suburb, one person died in those fires and many people are still displaced. We have also experienced a cyclone that came from the top of Australia and wound its way down the country, inland, ending with us here in Bendigo, Victoria, causing flooding and destruction and still many people are not able to move back into their properties a year later. We have just been through a very tense, hot summer without a fire outbreak, but have been experiencing some very wild destructive storms, as long ago as a week. So, our emergency plan is quite relevant and you all know, that with Autistic families, being prepared is the best solution for managing our children in such times.

So here I am discussing the animals when Kimberly walked in and said ‘ rabbit, chimpanzee, tiger’ and giggled. Mum heard someone in the background say something about a tiger and was saying that yes it was possible that zoo’s could be disrupted in earthquakes and such, so animals like lions and tigers could be roaming free, therefore making it extra dangerous and that we should make sure our own animals were on leashes or carry baskets to keep them safe and secure. While mum was rambling on, not realizing what Kim has said…..I looked at Kim questioningly and she said ‘ I heard animals so I just added to it’ and giggled. By this time, Patrick had wandered in and said ‘ what are you laughing about?’

I explained that I was talking to Nanny about making sure our pets were leashed and in their carry baskets when we evacuate in an emergency, and then Kimmi said ‘ rabbit, chimp, tiger’ and how Nanny said that the animals in a zoo could escape if the emergency situation was bad enough, like an earthquake.

During that explanation to Patrick what was funny, mum had to go, so we said our goodbyes. Kim had picked up the phrase ‘having our pets on leashes’ and so started, animatedly, acting out having our pets on their leashes. It was very funny. She stood still with her hand down by her side and said ‘ this is Lulu’, our Red Kelpie x who is quiet and loyal and would just lie down until told to move. Then she demonstrated Brandy on a leash, our 1yo Maltese x Shih Tzu. Her arm was stretch out and was going all over the place, it was funny, because he is such an active happy little chap. Patrick got into the act too and had Booboo, our young tabby cat on a leash….his hand was going around his body and he was twisting around and then it shot off away from him….he is a very good actor, lol. Kim started on Booboo as well. Her hand went erratically for a few seconds then up above her head and she started saying ‘ here kitty kitty, come on down from there, come on kitty kitty’. It was hilarious.

I said what about Rachel’s (my sister) budgies? Kim said ‘ yeah, with little tiny harnesses around their bodies so their wings can still operate’…and demonstrated walking along with her two hands in the air moving erratically in the air, Then just as quick she changed to a rabbit jumping on the ground, moving along, then all of a sudden, both Kim and Pat stopped still and had their hand directly in front of them, not moving. They both cracked up laughing at the same time. A turtle! They stayed like that for a few minutes, they talked about things and were still in the same spot but their arm had extended a little more in front of them….they were both so so funny.

Well, it was Thursday and Thursday evening is our regular get together chat about what to do in an emergency, so we decided then to continue the discussion. We also put in a new plan to deal with the animals while they were both tuned in to that and our emergency plan discussion went really well. Both Pat and Kim took responsibility for their part in the plan and I was so glad to see their attitude working with the plan rather than in a negative way. Patrick’s usual response it ‘ Its not going to happen to us’ and Kim attitude is ‘ It wont get that bad’.

All in all, a good day Thursday

Cheers

Dianne

Fixing Up Our Backyard

Hi Bloggers,

The weather has been atrocious. Rain, wind, thunder and lightning, storms so bad roads have been flooded, drains bursting out onto the roads, gardens and yards pummeled to dirt spatters everywhere…the walls of the house are mud. Things I thought were sturdy in the yard have been tossed like rag dolls….its a mess. So, the rain has stopped for a while. Time to clean up and get some organization happening.

We have a dilemma. I find it difficult to open the gates of the backyard every time I need to drive anywhere, then shut them behind me, first making sure the dogs are inside or in the front yard. They will run if they smell a snifter of freedom. Then I need to let the dogs back into the backyard, then I can go wherever I have to go. Depending on weather, health and timing. this is quite likely to be painful, distressful or hard for me to accomplish. I need a solution.

There is also another part to this dilemma. I have been in our house 11 months now. I keep to myself as I usually have no time for chatting to neighbours, etc. I say hello to my neighbours and others that walk past with their kiddies or dogs. We live in a rough neighbourhood and would prefer my children ( ok they are not little anymore, but) not to spend too much time in the neighbourhood. I don’t want them to get in trouble and they will if they hang out with the locals. My son’s already in trouble, a 5 year good behaviour, just for innocently looking at a house being built. I have since found out that he did not actually go onto the property. He was looking from where the car garage met the footpath out the front of the house, public area. I have not looked into anything yet as to whether that can be rectified. Patrick having Autism does not explain things clearly and the police were not in the mood to listen or take excuses, as they called his Autism.

Anyway, two of my neighbours have complained to the council that I park on the nature strip out the front of my house. They do not like this, because to get onto my nature strip, I have to use part of one neighbour’s driveway, outside the yard, to get on to it, and I use part of the other neighbour’s nature-strip with a disused driveway to get off the nature-strip. They called the council on me, but obviously the council were not concerned. So they called them on the fact that I have small swimming pool without regulation fencing.

The council guy came, saw that it had obviously been up but not for several weeks, as I said was the case. So there are no problems there. But while he was here, I asked what regulations were, he showed me where and how high and all the things I needed to know, right there and then. I wont be putting it up again until the next season of summer, so I will have time to organize something by then. I hope. So even though the neighbours bothered me some, they didn’t manage to have me fined or sectioned and quartered or anything. The people know that my family has Autism.

So while the council guy was here, I asked about other things in my yard that I would like to do. I told him how and where I wanted my chicken pen. I have the hen-house and just need to fence of areas behind the garden sheds. He was happy with that. I asked about my fence I want to put up around the drive-in area of the backyard so that I can keep the dogs from getting out of the yard and still have my car off the street whenever I am home, without having to stress myself shutting gates all the time. He was happy with that plan too. I also asked him where in my yard would the housing people be likely to put a unit for my daughter to live in, when we get approval for it. He pointed out the same area we thought it would be put in because of plumbing and wiring. The proximity to the house and clearances from boundary fences, etc. So I was pleased with that.

So, to turn things to a good, like I always try to do, my neighbours narkily turning me in to the council actually helped me so that I could get hands-on info I needed without having to make arrangements, appointments or paying anyone. I was happy with the overall result of their meddling.

So Today, we hired a trailer, free from the Neighborhood House because we are a Ministry of Housing Tenant, we went to the recycle centre and we found 2 large pallets that had 4×4 poles long enough to make our fence posts for our driveway area. All for $10. All we need now is lengths of wire and chicken wire as well as nails, etc. We also, for $5 found a lovely picket gate. We also have plenty of wood from those pallets to make sure the fence is solid, not flimsy. Leftover wood will be used as a veggie garden edge which will also be behind the fence so the dogs cannot dig into it.

Kim and Pat were out there this afternoon, pulling planks off one of the pallets, so we can use the wood for the fences, etc. I am also putting on Lay-by, a carport. It is a temporary one, with shade-cloth tarp over the top, but with our fencing, and some lattice-work, we will put that at the nose end of the car-port and plant some climbers up it. That will stop a bit of snooping into the yard through the carport when the large gates are open. We are also going to put some clear vinyl over the carport to help keep that area waterproof. what good is a car-port if you get wet getting in and out of the car in bad weather.
So all in all, today was a successful day, re-creating has started and Kim and Pat will be busy for the next few weeks.

We will be broke tho. No movies, going places. Just home and keeping busy.

Well, until I see you next,

Dianne

Kim and Pat

Hi ASD Bloggers

I just have a few words to describe how things are at home here with Kim and Pat. This little excerpt is a little of what it is like living with my two ASD’s on any given day at any given time, several times daily.

Patrick went into the bathroom. Kim opened the door after he shut if to see what he was going into the bathroom for. (there is just shower and vanity basin). Kim then shut the door and laughed. Pat opened the door. Kim shut it. Pat opened it. Kim shut it. Pat opened it, laughing. Kim shut it, laughing. This went on about 20 repetitions more. Then Kim walked off laughing. Pat came out of the bathroom and shut the door, laughing.

That sort of thing happens in this house all the time. It doesn’t matter why it happened. It doesn’t matter if anyone was doing the wrong thing. It doesn’t matter why Pat went into the bathroom. It doesn’t matter why Kim kept opening it. It just happened.

It is a very happy household, all of the time. I have learned to just go on with what I am doing. I laugh and enjoy the FACT that they are getting on so well. I enjoy the FACT that they are laughing and happy. I enjoy the FACT that they are leaving me alone. I enjoy the FACT that they are not trying to kill each other, which is the other end of the spectrum. They either love each other and have fun or they hate each other and fight and/or try to kill each other.

Now, at this moment, they are in the living room, playing the music they like, loud, discussing who know’s what? She picks his pimples that are just asking to be picked and he rubs her feet when they hurt too much. Any other time, she would not touch anyone and he would not touch anyone. Go figure!! If I asked for a massage anywhere on my body for just one minute only, Kim would recoil in horror and Patrick would run and do his best to get out of having to do it. I very rarely get a massage. I bought a massage chair for that reason.

Patrick does however give me massages. That is only when he comes to hug me and he sees that I am not at my best, so he just gives my shoulders a tweak. A tweak of my shoulders to me is absolute full massage, releasing all my tension within seconds. A tweak to him is just digging his fingers and thumbs into my neck and shoulders and squeezing. He will do that a couple of times. He figures if he can get away with hurting me and I like it, it fulfills some need in him.

He is so strong and his hands are so big that just him tweaking my shoulders, his hands span from my spine out to the edge of my shoulders where my arms hang down. I really appreciate my son. He is a hugger and kisser. My little boy, who was always such a tiny little guy when young, has grown up from 12-year-old into a man-sized teen. He is only 14 and a half and yet his is bigger that both my ex-husbands. And, on top of that, Patrick loves me.

Ok, it has been an obsession with him all his life to hug me, kiss me and tell me he loves, a million times a day, and I had to hug him back, kiss him and tell him that I loved him too. Now, when he tells me this and hugs me, it will only be a few times a day, like breakfast time, when he is leaving for school, when he gets home from school and before he goes to bed. On weekends, there may be an extra one or two thrown in there as well. He still expects me to tell him that I love him too when he does this. It isn’t so much an obsession so much as it is a habit, I guess.

I don’t care, I get a good strong hug daily, I know my son loves me and all is good.

Kimberly, however. Kim doesn’t like touch. To touch anyone or anyone to touch her. She does have her special people that she likes to hug or give kisses to. None of them are me. She loves Colleen’s family. She gives Colleen hugs, she loves Max, 6, who is very much ADHD, and she gives him heaps of hugs and kisses. She gives Sophie, 8 a hug occasionally, but Sophie is an occasional hugger also. Jack, 14, keeps to himself and no one really hugs him or vice versa.  But Kim will still give Jack a hug in very special circumstances. She also has a few good friends that she hugs.

Not me. I’m used to it. When she is really scared and I come to her rescue, you can see she wants to hug me, but will only do it if I hug her first. Then, also, it is over just as soon as it happens. Kim has also hugged me when she has been quite ill, she has had pneumonia a few times and she hugged me when she was younger. But she has pneumonia quite often now, she is used to the way it feels and knows she will be fine in a few days and doesn’t need a hug from me. But that’s alright, I know she does love me. She doesn’t say she loves me, but she shows it in different things she does.

Like, making sure Patrick shows respect to me, and when he shows disrespect, she lets him know his wrong and makes him apologize. And in ways like just then, she came in with three of her favourite undies, showed them all to me and explained why she liked them. That is such an improvement. She is talking personal stuff to me. She even showed me personal stuff. Things like that, concrete my knowledge that she does love and respect me. Which also makes me feel like I have done the best for her. Maybe you will get to hear about those things one day.

So, there is a snippet of a day in my house. It is Saturday. That makes no distinction to any other day of the week being different. It’s just my observation.

Hope you enjoyed my story, or have a bit of insight as to what it is living with my family, or living with ASD.

Cheers

Dianne

Tuesday

Hi Fellow Bloggers,

Well, have I been busy the last few days. Kimmi has moved in, lock, stock and barrel. I wonder what that really means. Must Google it. Hehe.

Found it:


Lock, stock and barrel

Meaning

The whole thing.

Origin

Lock, stock and barrelI’ve seen it suggested that this phrase refers to all of a shopkeeper’s possessions – the stock in trade, the items stored in barrels and the lock to the door. This explanation is entirely fanciful though – the ‘whole thing’ in question when this phrase originated was a musket. Muskets were composed of three parts:

– The lock, or flintlock, which is the firing mechanism. Various forms of ‘lock’ muskets were used from the 1400s onwards, e.g. fire-locks, flintlocks, matchlocks etc. The term ‘lock’ was probably adopted because the mechanism resembles a door lock.

– The stock, which is the wooden butt-end of the gun. ‘Stock’ is the old term for wooden butt or stump and is a generic term for a solid base. It was used as early as 1495 in association with Tudor guns, in a bill for ‘gonne stokkes’. See also laughing-stock.

– The barrel, i.e. a cylindrical object, is an even older word and was well-established by the 15th century. This is the least obvious of these three terms to have been chosen to name a musket part. After all, in the 15th century people would have been very familiar with barrels as the squat coppered tubs used for storage – hardly similar to the parallel-sided cylindrical tubes that were used in muskets. It may have been that the term migrated from cannons or other sorts of gun which were more barrel-shaped.

Note: that ‘lock, stock and barrel’ refers to muskets, not rifles. What makes rifles different from earlier guns are the spiral grooves inside the barrel, which cause the bullet to rotate and fly more truly. ‘Rifle’ derives from the French verb ‘rifler’ – to scratch or scrape.

So, There we go. Kimmi, as a whole, has moved in!!

Isn’t the Internet wonderful? I think so.

Anyway, because of her moving in, with all her stuff, I have had to re-arrange the house. Our house is so teeny-weeny that when she moved out, I spread my sewing and craft into the spare room. I filled it to capacity. Now, I have to empty that room back into my room. My bedroom is only half a metre wider than the sewing room. Now, that is a job and half or two thousand, I am telling you.

I have spent the better part of the last two days, sorting every item in that sewing room, organized it into a shoebox, clear box, file or folder, large and small and made it fit into my bedroom in some of the furniture that was in the sewing room, including my Horn Sewing Cabinet.

I am only part way through.

I also have to find room in the house somewhere for jigsaw puzzles, board games and other books and magazines other than crafting that I wish to keep. I don’t know where that will be. The games I could fit into Patrick’s wall unit in his bedroom. Hopefully. I have so much to do. I have been trying to organize my house for Kimmi to move back home for a couple of weeks now, and it has been a slow painful process. Now I am beginning to see the outcomes of all my hard work. But I am also seeing full shelves, boxes and cupboards.

I am feeling accomplishment though, and that is very important for me.

The last two days has also seen Kim and Patrick playing over and over a DVD of Carl Barron, an Australian Comedian. He is funny but when I hear it all the time, and then Kim and Pat re-enact a lot of the DVD, speak to me in Carl Barron language, walk like him, talk like him, there is not a straight word in the house. They are so funny, mimicking him. It is a very Autistic thing in our household. Patrick has always Role-Played. He was 12 months old when he first starting eating off the floor like a puppy, lifting his leg when crawling on all fours, hanging his tongue out for attention and food, barking, using his teeth to play with towels, carpet, toys, anything that he could reach. He was so tiny. Then he started rounding up the chooks the day he started walking, or should I say running. Only a week after the puppy thing started. Then he started imitating his dad, and sisters, and anyone else that took his fancy. We used to go to a local pub regularly to see bands play live…he had to have his guitar and microphone and sing along. Not that we understood a word. For a while he was a rock’n’ roller, playing drums and guitar and singing and stomping his feet in an attempt to dance. This was all before he was two.

By the time he was four, he was rounding up sheep (we lived in outback Qld) and he was Murray from The Wiggles. He was also very much into guns and dinosaurs, although he was quite happy calling goanna’s and lizards his ‘Saurs.

When he started school, we had just got his diagnosis of Autism. He was always Jim Craig, the Man from Snowy River. From the movie. He had his imaginary horse, who went everywhere with us, tied on behind the ‘Cruiser when we went to town, he tied him up to the posts out the front of the shops. He had to wear his Akubra and his jeans and flannel shirt, no matter the weather. He always had a belt and a gun of some concoction he made or found and tried all the time to get spurs on his boots. We eventually bought him spurs and a whip. He could really use that too.

At fourteen he still has his days when he says ‘Mum, I’m Jim today.’ I have to talk to him in old Aussie lingo, and give him food for his horse as a treat, usually a carrot, he shares it with his horse. LOL.

Then there are the days he is Lightning Jack, a character portrayed by Aussie actor, Paul Hogan. He plays an outlaw. He also has days when he is Jack ‘Crocodile Dundee’, another Paul Hogan character.

Kimmi, she is just a fun nutty person to have around. Nothing is normal with her. In amongst all her friends, she has made Cheese, a cartoon character, popular. She quotes from all movies she has ever seen in most of her conversations. Finding Nemo can be quoted several times a day in several instances. Tarzan is another one, and El Dorado is another one. She loves Sandra Bullock movies and quite often reminds me of certain passages of dialogue in movies as well as looks, comments and actions she portrays in her characters.

Kimmi quite often  brings up Sandra Bullock moments with me, especially from the Ya Ya’s. We love that movie, and even today, when my daughter Meg rang, (for the 3rd time today) I said ‘if that’s meg I’m gonna scream’. It was, and I screamed and when she said….’what do you have ESP, you know its me before you pick up the phone’ . how she knew I was thinking of Ya Ya’s at that moment I don’t know, but yes, I did the banging the phone like Sandra did in the movie when her mother did the same thing, so Meg did it too, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh yes, life is just one big laugh in our household, thinly disguised as frustration…lol. We have a good belly laugh every day.

I quite enjoy the relationship I have with all my 3 kids. Meg thinks she couldn’t live with me again. I believe she is right, but we do always have a nice time when she comes to visit. I can’t really visit with her, as she lives with her dad, and he and I, although we tolerate each other, really could not stand to be in the same house together. So, visits have to be at my house or if we have some money, a mutually agreed holiday place. Not gonna happen, I’m telling you now. Kim knows she has to live with me, but if we can get her her own unit out in the backyard, that would be best for her and us. Patrick, whether he likes it or not, has to live at home.

Well, that’s how my continuing saga is at the moment. I still have a lot of sorting, chucking and organizing my sewing and craft before Kim can move into the bedroom. The living room is getting cluttered with Her in there, but what else can I do? Keep on doing what I’m doing, plugging away at sorting it all until it is all done, and we can all live with it.

So, until next I chat….have a good day

Dianne

Busy Time

Hi Fellow ASD parents/carers,

Surprise! surprise! Its me again so soon. Ooh don’t know what happened then, but my writing is big and I can see it. lol.

Well, my daughter, Kimmi, is still with me. We had a lovely offer from my sister and brother-in-law today to borrow their trailer to help move Kimmi’s things back to my house. She only had the bed that needed a trailer, so we went and got it today. The rest of her belongings we will collect over the week and they will fit in the car. Considering she moves around a lot, it’s just as well she doesn’t need a trailer load each time she moves.

So today for Kimmi was a bit hard to deal with. She had pains in her tummy, that I thought might be nerves. She doesn’t like confrontation at all. Confronting her cousin and telling her she felt it was best if she moved back home with mum was such a daunting task, she chickened out totally, so I let her cousin know. It went smoothly enough, so far. The rest of the week will tell.

We organized to borrow the trailer this afternoon. By the time we picked up the trailer, went to my nieces house, got the boys to load up the bed, it was thundering and lightning a fair bit, so we tried to get home before it rained. Good idea, but too late. The storm hit our house by the time we got home. The rain drops were so big and cold and the lightning was really scary forked, heading directly to earth, all around us. The thunder was thunderous. We had just enough time to cover the trailer completely with tarps until we could get it when the rain stopped. We decided that we needed help to get the bed into the house, so we called up a friend who brought a friend and between them and Patrick, the bed was placed in the middle room.

I have not cleared the room of my sewing gear and oddments of furniture, so we just dumped it in there. Patrick and I will get to it over the weekend. It is going to be a rainy weekend, so I am not expecting much organizing to be done, but at least if I can get my sewing table out of there and into my bedroom where the space is ready for it, I will be happy and will be able to continue sorting my sewing gear and putting it in an appropriate place in my room. MMM so much for my bedroom being my respite and quiet place. It is going to be a workroom as well. Ah well, the hazards of family life.

There are a couple of new bonuses having Kimmi move back home. 1. Patrick is grounded at the moment for the rest of February, and I have had to be grounded with him. Having Kimmi here means that I can go when and where I need to and Kim will be home with Pat. 2. Kimmi can drive to the supermarket now that she has her driver’s licence, or run other errands for me, so I can stay home when I feel the need, and she can take Patrick with her. Cool. 3. Kimmi can drive herself to her outings instead of me having to drive her there and usually pick her up later. 4. Kim backs up my disciplinary measures with Patrick when he is being tough. 5. Patrick is less likely to disagree with my suggestions for just about everything. 6. Kimmi can take Patrick to see the movies that I just don’t like, but they both will enjoy. 7. I don’t need to pay respite workers who can’t cope with Patrick anyway, because Kimmi is our respite carer. 8. Kimmi can help me make and package my crafty items for the markets, help me on market day and each of us can take a break often to wander around the market while we are there as well as keep Patrick amused between the two of us. (my only source of income other than pension payment). 9. I will have someone else to talk to most days of the week and so will Patrick. 10. Having Kimmi home is lots of fun and wacky times, lots of laughs, more outings together as a family. Life is never ever dull with Kimmi around.

Life is going to take a few twists and turns until we have all settled in with each other again, and we will be busy organizing a unit for her in the backyard. This house is so so tiny. We also have to get the yard organized as well as the house. I am planning to get a few chickens for eggs and recycling. We are very DIY in our family, so we have a chicken shed, we just need to make a run area to keep the chickens safe from the dogs, cats and other prowling predators, like hawks, foxes, snakes and strange people. We are planning a Garage Sale to get rid of a lot of oddments of furniture we no longer need as well as excess items throughout the whole house. The 3 little sheds we have in the backyard are in need of severe clean-out, as we have not really seen the inside of them since we moved to this house in March last year, nearly a year ago. wow. Our swimming pool, just a small one, needs to be emptied, cleaned out and moved to a more protected area of the yard, down the side of the house, where we can set up a shade area and place some lovely tropical plants to dress the area up to be able to enjoy the tranquility of lazing in our little pool on the next lot of sweltering hot days.

I also need to address the garden. Both Kim and Pat like to help in the garden. It is rather bare except for a few bulbs and we need to get the vegetable garden going again, also with some protection from elements and animals. We have also put on Layby, a gazebo that is wide enough to park the car under it, for a bit of sun and rain protection. We also have started and need to finish, putting up shade blinds on the outside of the windows to protect the house from the heat and the cold.

So, now that Kim is back home, I will have the physical help I need to get things done, and Patrick will have added incentive to help too. Finally, we will be able to feel comfortable to a certain degree in this little house.

So that’s what has been happening here lately. I have a teeny-weeny house with myself and two large kids who both need plenty of space and are rough on everything, including shoes, clothes and equipment and tools, a large dog, Lulu, a small dog, Brandy and a kitten called Booboo. Soon we shall have chickens as well and I know our nice yard is only going to encourage all of the neighborhood kids to want to come and visit often.

So welcome to the madhouse, enjoy our life of fun and quirkiness and follow along with our ups and downs, rights and wrongs, lefts and rights, fights and dramas, loves and laughters.

See you next time

Dianne

Hello today

Hi fellow Autistic parents/carer’s,

I have been rather busy lately. School is back and Patrick is busy again, not bored and bothering me. LOL. My daughter, Kimmi, is moving back home again. That means I have to totally rearrange the house again to fit her it. Why? Because when she moved out last time, I made the spare room into my sewing room. I have challenged myself to sew a patchwork block everyday, but now that I have to put my sewing room into my bedroom because there is no where else to have a sewing machine, let alone all my stuffs, in my teeny tiny house, my bedroom is it.

Today, having spent the last couple of days with Kimmi, starting when she asked me to take her to the hospital on Tuesday night because she had a lot of pain and needed it to be seen and dealt with, at 1:30am. We were released from hospital at 6:30am, I had no sleep, and I slept most of the day once Patrick went off to school, in bed, sleeping and suffering a massive headache, that has only gone away to a limited amount..I have this sore head always ever since I woke up yesterday afternoon and even after another good night sleep it is still a heavy head with aching mildly. I hate headaches. I would much rather a migraine that makes me sick, sleep and then disappears completely.

I desperately need a chiropractor adjustment or 5o of them. But I cannot afford to go there twice a week for a few weeks and then once a week for a while then gradually working to once each month then 3 months…its just not within my budget, ever. I need to do something drastically though to get the money to do it tho, as I desperately need to be adjusted. I am only going to get sicker and sicker if I don’t.

So today, so far, I have listened to Kimmi on Facebook playing with her Franklin the Turtle fb page, she has such a far-out imagination. I recommend you all find Franklin the Turtle on Facebook and have a giggle. Become his friend, even. Kimmi, at 14yo, is still an absolute scream to have around, life is definitely not boring with her around. Patrick is generally a lot happier with her around because they think and do the same sort of things. They are both idiots…and I love them both.

Well, it is getting time to go get ready for my 3pm interview with the ABC, so I had better get onto it.

Catch you all another day when I feel I can chat on here. I don’t really know why I started this blog, but I guess I will find out as time goes on. Check out my other blog….My Blog about my Stitching Experiences. I get to that blog a bit more often than here. Read it and you will find out why.

Bye for now

Dianne

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