Revalations for Good Friday

Today IS a Good Friday.  Why?  Because of what my aspie said in the car today.  We were driving along enjoying the day when I pointed out some baby calves in a field.  We oooed and awwwed and then the baby said, "Sheep!"  "Ohh great" my aspie exclaims, "our baby's an idiot!" as he was shaking and hold his head! 

The things that kids say are so funny and priceless!  I hope this makes your Friday a Good day too!  Happy Easter!!! 

Rant: It's short I promise

I never wanted to use this site as a ranting platform; however, my emotions have the best of me today.  I promise to go back to my positive outlook after I get this off my chest. 

Yesterday in the mail I received a letter from Highmark Blue Cross Blue Shield, our current health insurance company informing us that they will no longer be covering my aspie's therapies; including and not limited to occupational therapy (where is works on writing, using utensils, putting his clothes on himself, using buttons, etc) and speech therapy.  They have deemed them "not medically necessary nor appropriate" for a child with Asperger's or High Functioning Autism.  What the ????  After endless phone calls, I finally was able to speak to someone from Highmark to start an appeal process.  She informed me that Highmark themselves does cover autism services; however, if their underwriting company Healthways WholeHealth denies the authorization, then they will not cover the services.  That it is not Highmark saying no, it is Healthways saying no.  So let me clear this up for everyone who is as confused as I am.  Highmark does not want to dirty their name and wants to be the jolly insurance company who can state that why yes, we do cover autism services, and then turn around and point the fingers at another company who will not let them.  Guess what Highmark, I see right through it.  If you hire someone to do your dirty work for you, you are just as dirty. 

To make matters worse, they gave me less than a week before they will be dropping my aspie's coverage for the therapies.  And although I can file for an appeal, and have begun to do so, it seems like this is just a formality to get you more time to find other means to provide therapy.  The girl from Highmark also suggested I contact my welfare agency to apply for Medical Assistance.  In other words, have the state pay because we ain't gonna.  I informed her that I have applied for MA four months ago and still have not heard anything even though I have called every week for an update on the process and had to recently contact our state representative to see if he could help us with the process.  (Apparently, living in the third poorest county in the state of PA makes it a little harder when applying for state benefits.)  She had no comeback for that except, well okay mam, this is all you can do now and we will let you know about the appeal in thirty days. 

Luckily, our therapy center is very wonderful and will hold my son's time slots for four weeks hoping that we can get this straightened out before then.  And yes, we could pay for his therapies out of pocket, which would be $135 per session and he goes three time a week.  But, $405 a week would literally break us right now.  If it looks like it will go longer than a week or two we will pay for maybe one a week until something can be resolved.

Maybe Highmark and other insurance companies should think of this. The latest statistic is that 1:50 kids will suffer from autism. 90% of adults with autism do not work and live in group homes or with parents. Insurance companies make money from claims and for the most part employers purchasing the insurance for their workers. If they deny the therapies for the kids of today, with the diagnosis rate being this high, the unemployment rate of adult with autism in the future will not drop, meaning employers will have less employees paying into insurances. That means, of the ~291,000 children born in 2012 in the US, roughly 5000 of them will have autism and will not be able to work. That is a LOT of people not paying taxes, not contributing to society, not doing anything because some CEO, CEOO, or some board of trustees did not want to pay for therapies because they were "medically unnecessary". Is my child going to die if he doesn't go to therapy....no. BUT he can't go out in public without hiding; does that sound like a future employee to you? Is he extremely smart....yes. Can he talk to someone to let them know how smart he is....NO!! Does that sound like a employee to you?  If you are wondering where I got my numbers from, it's from census.gov and the CDC.gov, check it out and do the math.  Scary. 

Okay, I promised this would be short so I will stop it here.  If you see a lot of grammar errors, its because 1.  I am writing this mad and 2.  I am posting this without my husband reading due to my mad fury.  I wanted to post it during my high emotions because it is one of the ugly sides of autism.  The side that is not covered on the evening news, on commercials on TV,  or even in the Sunday newspaper.  This is the story that thousands of families are dealing with everyday, fighting their fight to do everything they can do for their kids.

****The month of April is autism awareness month.  On April 2nd, countries around the world will light it up blue to bring awareness to autism and everything that goes with the diagnosis.  Places like the Sydney Opera House, the Empire State Building, the White House, the Eiffel Tower and my home will be blue in honor of the Autism!  I urge you to please wear blue, paint your fingernails blue, switch your porch light to blue (Home Dept is carrying the Autism Speaks blue light with proceeds going to them), or whatever you can do to show your support for Autism and bring awareness to this syndrome!  I will keep reminding everyone with future posts as well!  Thanks for reading!!!****

In the blink of an eye.....

Life is precious and life is short.  I was reminded of these very things this week.  Two amazing people passed away very quickly and very unexpectedly this week.  One at his desk from where he created a very successful business and one going to let in her dog after watching TV with her husband.  Both occurred in the blink of an eye.  And unexpectedly, my grandma has to undergo extensive surgery tomorrow.  To say the least this has been a shocking and stressful week.

I wanted to post this today because I woke up in one of the reflective moods.  I lost my mom, my "sister" who I have been friends with for 27 years, now lost her mom, and my cousin who was just launching out on his own, with his first wedding anniversary being today, lost his father. So many questions, with no answers, with only grief to feel.  We have all experienced grief in such different ways, none of it being any less real, any less painful, and less life changing than anyone else's loss.

It struck me this morning that grief is an expression of how much we loved that person who just passed.  How much they meant to us.  How much they were a part of our being.  Grief, needs to be felt.  Some cry, some reflect, some even laugh about all the good times, some sit quietly, some want to be alone.  None of it being less significant than other expressions.  Some people wonder how they will possibly go on without that person.  Some wonder why they never fixed their problems with that person. Some think that if they would have just did this or that, maybe that person would have never left.  I know that I thought so many things when my mom died, and I needed too.  I needed to process it on my own in order to move on.  Grief is a funny thing.  It almost never goes away, it just changes.  I grieved even today for things that I wish my mom could see; like my babies, my husband, my blog, my house, etc.  For me though, I remember that I carry her with me everywhere, so she is there to see all these things and hasn't missed a thing, but it took me a while to get to this point.  For everyone though, that point has to be reached, or you life ends with that person.  I learned that from my grandparents.  My mother's parents lost all three of their children, two from cancer and one from a boat accident.  My father's mother lost her daughter to muscular dystrophy and two husbands.  All of them today live full lives because they wanted to live, love and honor the ones who have passed and the ones who are still here. 

I write this blog for many reasons, and it always amazes me that people stop by from all walks of life to read it. I hope that if you are reading this that you yourself are not experiencing grief, because it sucks to put it mildly.  But if you are, know that you are not alone, know that I get it, and know you are allowed to feel whatever it is that you are feeling.  But know also that time continues, time will not stop so don't let too much time pass by.  There is still life to live, and those to live and love with, and never forget to take that person(s) with you so they don't miss a thing.

Toddlers and Teenagers: A road trip saga

Ever notice how toddlers and teenagers have so much in common?  The both know what they want and want it now.  They both will throw a tantrum if they don't get what they want, and they both talk in a language that is somewhat not understood by us adults.  They have a lot in common.  My niece just turned 16 so I am very familiar with the modern day teenagers, and since I currently have two toddlers I feel as though I am an expert there.  And when teenager and toddlers come together, grab your earplugs, bolt everything down, and hang on for the ride because a hurricane of trouble is coming your way!

As I have mentioned before, my aspie is only close to a few people in our world.  Even though he sees his grandparents, aunts, cousins, etc all the time, he will only go to and speak with a few of them.  One of these "chosen" people is his teenage age cousin, "Cher".  Cher has obviously always been in my aspie's life and therefore he was pretty comfortable with her being around him.  However, it wasn't until he started talking that the two of them formed a relationship, and a strange one at that.  My aspie went through a rough stage where every other phrase out of his mouth was, "Shut up!"  Cher, getting tired of hearing this phrase, stopped and screamed back to him one day in the very typical teenager way, "You shut up!"  My aspie stopped, looked at her in shock an amazement then screamed, "Shut up!"  Cher yelled back, then aspie, then Cher, then aspie until finally my aspie started to smile and giggle.  And there you have it, relationship was born.  From then, they run through the house and chase each other around, she can touch him and pick him up and wrestle with him, all of which is amazing.  He does not allow anyone to touch him now besides myself, his dad, and his paps, so to add a new person was amazing. 

 We had asked Cher to go to the beach with us last summer to help us out with the kiddos near the water and knowing that we would need three "adults" to juggle two toddlers.  The trip was amazing!  We all had such a great time. Getting to spend some much needed relaxation time and some amazing one on one time with Cher was perfect.  I would hear Cher and my hubs up giggling like two school girls late at night during one of their chats while I was laying down with the boys.  Her and I got to do some girl shopping while hubs was holding down the fort, and we all got lots of beach time.  However, the trip home was hell to say the least.  I don't know why, but it was the longest, most boring, most dreadful thing that I have ever done.  All of us felt it.  I think it was a combination of the let down that we had to come home, the fact that my car was way to small for the five of us to be smashed in, and the fact that I packed inappropriate snacks.  Snacks are a big deal in any long term journey.  You need your fruits, your chips, Twizzlers, non-spilling drinks and other items that pass the time. I know this.  I am an experienced traveler, but for some odd reason this logic went away with the ocean breeze when I packed to head home.  I packed things like applesauce, yogurt, lunch meat and juice boxes.  What?  You might asked yourself right now as you are reading this.  You packed what?  I know you are asking that because I still can't believe I did this as I am typing it out.  In my mind at the time, I was thinking well I don't want to throw away this food from our week; they can eat it on the way home.  Well, it was a much better idea in my head then how it played out. 

We weren't an hour into our trip before the first round of snacks got passed out.  Now, Cher sitting in the middle in the back seat was in charge of obtaining the snacks, opening, and passing them out to both toddlers.  I told her to give them the applesauce, which she would have to spoon feed to the baby since he was only 1 years old.  It honestly, did go that bad. Only a few spills happened which was easily cleaned up.  Next, lunch meat.  No problem.  And then in hour three, out came the yogurt, which was actually Go-gurt.  If you are not familiar, its yogurt in a tube that kids love.  I told Cher to give both kids there own Go-gurt and of course she got one as well.  Well, 1 year old got it everywhere.  As Cher put it, "It's Everywhere!  He's coated!" half laughing, half crying.  I turned around to find a very happy, very sticky baby that had yogurt in his hair, his hands, all over his onesy, on his feet, and ALL over his car seat.  There were not enough wipes in the car to handle his mess.  In attempts to get him clean, Cher got sticky, and of course, she had used up the wipes on the baby so there was none to clean up my aspie who only had a little mess.  And, we were in the middle of no where to stop and grab some more wipes.  It was something like another 150 miles to the next rest stop where we were able to semi clean up.  Think we are done.  Oh no, about two hours from home, everyone was thrust. The only thing I had was juice boxes.  I passed them back to Cher who gave one to my aspie and was trying to hold one for the baby.  Poor Cher.  The baby grabbed it which made it shoot all over baby, which made baby cry.  Making baby cry, made my aspie yell and throw his juice box, which hit my husband, which made him yell, which made Cher yell, which made me mad, and for a period of five minutes all hell broke out in the car of yelling, screaming, with "shut up" being angrily exchanged between aspie and Cher, and eventually crying.  After my husband finally announcing that he was about to drop all of us off on the side of the road and drive away, we got ourselves under control.  Cher put her earplugs in, aspie and baby started watching another animation movie, I took Advil for my now well established headache, and my husband went into his highway daze that he does so well.  And for the rest of the trip, that is how we rolled.  I never saw people jump out of a car as fast as we did when we got home.  My aspie ran into our home, and started hugging the wall, his toys, ran to his room and yelled, "My bed!!"  Cher walked into the door and immediately back out when my dad and step mom arrived, and my hubs went upstairs to be alone for a few minutes.  Only the baby and I were left in the kitchen to find the bottles and bath stuff  to get him ready for bed.

The next morning, when we were all well rested and stretched out from being cramped in the car, we started reminiscing about the trip and how amazing it went.  Cher must have been doing the same thing because she started posting pics on Facebook of the event.  My aspie saw the pics of our adventure when I was looking online and said, "Mommy, that's me and my-Cher!"  "Your-Cher?"  I ask.  "Yeah, my-Cher" matter of factly.  "She is my favorite."  And there you have it.  She is his favorite.  Who would have thunked it.  Less than 10 hours ago, they hated each other and wouldn't even look at each other before they got out of the car and now she is his favorite. 

This trip taught me a lot.  My bipolar husband can handle teenagers and crazy moments in the car with no blood shed.  My son had a "normal" fight with his cousin, which looking back is pretty impressive.  And I learned to never ever forget to pack the correct snacks.  But most importantly, I learned that the different between toddlers and teenagers was minimal, making the bond between them unbreakable.

Cuz we know how to Party!

The birthday season is now upon us.  I say this because in a matter of two weeks, we know 8 people that have birthdays.  And not just people, family people, such as our baby, our God son, my father-in-law and his twin brother, our niece, etc.  We go nuts with birthday parties for a two weekend span.  For the last couple of years; however, we have stayed low on the party matter because our oldest son would never behave well around a lot of people.  We didn't know it was Asperger's at the time, so we just made up some excuse as to why he would behave this way and we would try to avoid such circumstances.  Since his diagnosis, we have tried to not do this, knowing the more exposure to these things the better.  Our first real party experience since the diagnosis was for our God son 3rd birthday party.  It was at our good friends house, whose house my son is very comfortable at, so we felt it was a good start.  He loves her sons, and knows that there is a play room with a train table that he loves to play.  In essence he had an escape room if he needed it.  After telling him the schedule change of the party all day, it was finally time to go, and we were ready to party.....

Upon arriving, I grabbed our oldest and my hubbie had the baby and the presents and away we went.  Our oldest had his head buried in my shoulder and had a death grip around my neck.  In my race to get to the door to keep the blood supply following to my head, my knee hit this pretty solar light that my friend had on her walk way.  My husband tried to fix the light but had so much in his hands he knocked the light further down.  After some premium curse words, he set down the light fixture and said, "Ayy, Mike will have something to do now."  This should have been a foreshadowing for the party ahead, because that was just the start of the Lohr contributions to the party!

Upon our arrival in the house, everyone started saying hello to us.  My aspie raced right for the toy room, with baby in tow behind him.  We let them go while we talked to our friends and to greet the birthday boy.  Once we saw everyone, we went to check on our boys.  Our oldest and the baby had already took off their jackets and started to play with the trains.  The birthday boy and his baby brother ran in to see our boys and excited shrills of yelling started.  "SHUT UP!!!"  yells our aspie with his hands over his ears.  The noise was killing him.  Without even noticing it, the three little ones went running out of the room, with our aspie shutting the door behind them.  We explained to him that he had to leave the door open but he could stay in the room.  We went back to the party leaving my aspie to play.  My husband kept checking on him trying to encourage him to go out and join the kids.  He decided to go into my friend's master bedroom knowing that she had Toy Story recorded on her DVR.  After asking her to play it, she got him situated and we left him alone.  When I went to check on him, I was shocked at what I found. He was sitting in their bed, like a king, eating from the largest bin of cheese balls you have ever seen.  I being taken back by my site, said, "Where did you get those?"  Over there, he points to my friend party refresher stash.  I don't think you were suppose to eat those honey and especially not in her bed, as I was trying the inevitable task of sweeping off the cheese ball yellow dust that was coated EVERYWHERE!  "He's fine" my friend says as she enters the room.  This was all my aspie had to hear.  "I'm fine" he says.  Oh crap I think, I am going to have to buy her a new bed spread because there is no way this one will get clean.  I leave to return to the party to find yet another issue emerging.

For some reason, I have heard the comment, "Someone stinks" more than I have ever wanted.  Those words were spreading like wildfire throughout the party and everyone was checking their little ones for a stinky butt.  I knew though that it had to be mine.  The way he was swaggering through the house eating his cup-o-cheese balls with out a care in the world, spreading his stank as he went, gave me the first clue.  After all the other moms checked their babies butts, it was time for me to face the music.  And of course, I picked the short straw with the stinky butt.  I took him into my God son's room to attack the poop beast and my hubs entered to see if I needed help....and boy did I need it.

If you are parent, I am sure you have experienced this.  If you are not but are hoping to be a parent one day, skip this section.  It will make you not want to be, or read it and use it as a good form of birth control for a few more years.  Okay, so a poop bomb went off in my precious baby's diaper.  It was the type of bomb that caused poop to go up his back, down his legs and into his socks.  It was the type of poop that smelt so bad, it could gag a maget, and so sticky that it made his shirt stick to his back everywhere it touched.  It was the type of poop where I stare at it for a minute or two trying to figure out my plan of attack.  Really?  Now,  at the party?!  My husband had his shirt over his nose in a bandito style gas mask as he was commenting on the smell.  Well, lets get bags to put everything in before we start he suggests just as my friend enters the room with bags.  She could smell the duty clear in the kitchen and figured we wanted some trash bags for the dirty diaper.  She barely made it in the room when she started laughing going, "Pee-UUUU, that reaks!  Wow does that stink!"  And everything else you can think of with the hand gestures to match.  I mean this poop had a smell like no other.  I started to roll up his shirt to keep the poop inside and get it over his head.  My baby starts to fuss because he had to pause eating his cheese balls for the two seconds as I took his shirt off.  After cleaning off his back, I started to tackle his pants, socks and shoes.  Each article of clothing was strategically placed into a shopping bag, tied up and then put in a large bag to contain the smell.  After all clothing was removed my husband took the bag to our car.  And then, the diaper.  Every inch of the inside of the diaper and half of the outside was covered in the smelliest poop ever.  Have you ever heard of the thousand wipe poop?  You know, the poop where you just keep wiping and it you just can't get it completely clean?  Well, this was one!  I just kept wiping and cleaning and wiping and cleaning, it seemed endless. My hubs returned holding another bag opened while I kept wiping. My aspie was in the room now because the baby was crying because he had run out of cheese balls.  My aspie starts yelling at me for making the baby cry and tackles his Daddy for help.  Right about the time my hubs gets our aspie calmed down I finished up on the baby.  My husband looks at me laughing singing our party song when we are having a really good time, "Ain't no party, like a Lohr party, cuz a Lohr party don't stop!"  Then busting into his best beat box rhythm we both do some sort of great 80's dance and we laughed.  Only all these things could happen to the crazies!  After our dance, my hubs opens the door and the baby runs back into the party in only a diaper.  My hubbie follows announcing to the people in the kitchen, that "its not a party until someone gets naked!" 

It was time to cut the cake and sing the birthday song once our poop smell cleared out.  Our aspie being aware there would be singing was already hiding in the play room, but I had our baby near the cake.  Everyone started singing, and my baby started screaming and crying.  Images of cake smashing came racing through my brain so I immediately ran out of the room with baby in arms.  So the Lohr family spent the rest of the song and cake cutting time sitting in the play room playing trains.  After we got some cake, my aspie started to get brave.  He made a quick lap around the joint walking quickly with his head down.  A few minutes later, he walked into the living room where all the other kids were and left immediately.  He did this a few times more, until finally he stayed and walked over next to me.  Unfortunately, it was at the wrong time though.  Our baby had found an audience to entertain and he was gaining a crowd.  Now at least clothed from some borrowed clothing, my baby was doing his best attempts at gymnastics like forward rolls and such.  People were laughing and clapping and making over him which made him keep doing it over and over.  This infuriated my aspie, "Stop shouting!!!  Stop making noise!!!  Be quiet!!!!! he started screaming over and over and over again.  He was so mad, with his arms down next to his side with fist clenched.  I couldn't even get him out of the room he was so mad he just kept yelling.  I knew he wasn't going to overcome this and so did my husband since he had coats in hand when he walked into the room.  My friend was trying to talk to him and get him his treat bag but he just yelled at her too.  So we got their coats on and got them into the car with the help of our friends. 

We were driving home, pretty silently not knowing how to take the outcome of our first party.  It was our aspie that had that answer for us.  He said, "That was a fun party! What stinks in here?"  I looked at my husband, started laughing and we drove home talking about the party for the rest of the trip with our shirts over our face bandito style.

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I dare you!

My husband was out of town last week, which usually makes me nervous.  I never used to be like this, having lived alone for a number of years.  But since getting married to my Army trained, biker, bad boy, I have kind of become lackadaisical on those kinds of things.  Now, I like knowing that my husband will protect me, the kids and the house if anyone should attempt to break in with ill intentions, so when he is out of town my guard always goes up.  I actually go a little overboard with nightly preparations before we go to bed.  I lock all the doors at night, check the windows, put objects in front of the doors in hopes that I will hear them knock over if someone breaks in, and take two phones to bed.  Yeah, I get paranoid, to say the least.  I also shut off all the lights to make the house entirely dark, with the rationale that I will know my house better than any intruder and would have the advantage over them.  To do what, I am not sure but I think I will figure that out if the situation arises.  It wasn't until the other night that I realized that if someone should happen to break into our home, that they would be in for quite a challenge. 

Let me start out by saying that my husband rarely goes out of town for work.  Maybe twice a year at the most, and usually its for only a few days.  This last trip, my husband was gone for a lot longer than usual and it had been a long while since his last trip.  Because of this, my aspie was thrown completely off and really struggled with my husband not being around.  The first night was okay because I kept both boys busy with fun activities, but by the second night I had a real problem on my hands.  During the day, we have preschool, therapy and social groups to go to so my aspie didn't really notice any difference.  But by night two, when my husband called to talk to us, my aspie cried uncontrollably.  He couldn't understand why his daddy couldn't be at home.  When my hubbie tried to explain it was for work, my son thought that now my husband will never come home from work and things went from bad to worse.  After over an hour of talking with his daddy, and me calming down the baby who was crying because his big brother was crying, my aspie finally cried himself to sleep.  The next day, he went into complete train obsession and only really spoke in movie quotations.  He didn't eat to much, and he was just not himself.  If we left the house, he seemed to be okay, but as soon as we got back home he went back into it.  I realized that his routine was changed, Daddy was not a home at night to play with him and therefore, it through him for a major loop.  His train building was extensive and instead of taking them down, he wouldn't let me touch them.  I wish I would have taken a picture of them, because they are quite amazing, but I didn't think of it at the time.  He had train tracks and layouts going from the dining room to the living room, around the coffee table, up onto the couch and down again.  Upstairs, they went into each bedroom, with a major train station or piece of equipment located in just precisely the way he wanted it.  There were blue tracks for certain trains, wooden tracks for others and even a "baby" track he built for the baby, mainly so the baby wouldn't touch his trains.  They were all impressive. 

By night four, my aspie was a little better with my husband being gone and went to bed quite well.  I took advantage of some alone time by getting a glass of wine, preparing my nightly security routine, and then settling down to watch some recorded shows I missed out on.  Some four hours later, I woke up to the tv being off due to no activity and the feeling like a skunk crawled into my mouth and sprayed. There went my "me" time I thought to myself.  Because I had shut off all the lights during my nightly routine it was very dark, and being in mid-sleep I completely forgot about the train maze that was through out my house as I started towards the kitchen for a drink.  I made it about three steps when I stepped on a train.  Now, I am not sure if you have ever stepped on a Thomas the Train toy, but let me tell you it hurts like no other toy.  These things have funnels sticking up, magnets to connect to each other and are made of usually metal or some other crazy material. Its basically like stepping on hard dull spikes of a fork.  Match box cars also are painful, but I still think trains are worse.  Its the kind of pain that immediately makes you tear up, and so of course I cussed.  My cussing caused my three dogs to start to bark and come running downstairs thinking someone was in the house.  The stampede of dogs cause me to take yet another step, which I then stepped on some sort of train decoration, which then caused me to stumble and fall.  As I was falling I grabed onto what I though was the staircase post, but was chair I had put to throw off intruders which then also fell onto the tracks.  This caused me to cuss more, but by then I was surrounded by happy loving dogs who were licking me while I was down happy to see me.  This was not funny and joyous to me at the time because I had just landed on another train.  By the time I got to my feet again, the baby was crying from all the commotion, and my aspie was standing on the stairs.  When he turned on the lights, he first said, "Mommy, is that you?"  Yes, its me, I'm fine, I just tripped and fell.  "Mommy, looked what you did to my trains!  You made a mess!"  As he had his hand on his head shaking it in disappointment.  Yes, I know honey, we will fix it in the morning, get back to bed.  I knew that was never going to happen, because once my aspie is up, he has a dreadful time going back to sleep.  With the lights now on, my dogs are whining at the door to go outside thinking its morning, and the baby has made it to the steps but hasn't stopped crying.  You have got to be kidding me!  One innocent attempt to watch some tv by myself caused this whole strings of unfortunate events.  Two to three hours later (I'm not sure because I fell asleep during the showing of Ice Age) both kids had fallen back to sleep in my bed, the trains were fixed back to pre-crazy conditions, and all the dogs  had peed and are now in bed with us. 

As I started to fall back to sleep that night, two thoughts popped into my head. First, I dare some robber to break into this house.  If my husband's home, they will have to face him.  If he's not, they will have to face the obstacle course that we call a home.  If the dogs don't stop them, the trains might.  And if that doesn't work, the wrath of my aspie from messing up his trains definitely will.  So, I decided that I wouldn't worry so much about break-ins anymore.  And if someone does, i hope I have time to get a on film because I am sure it will go viral as one of the worse robbery attempts ever.  My second thought was that I never did get that drink that I set out to get in the first place.      

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