Kevin and I thought it would be a grand plan to get our kids outside in the fresh air at the beach.
We consider the beach our go-to place to find peace. It is our neutral territory where our kids keep busy, don't fight, and we actually get a few minutes to sit next to each other and talk instead of text to communicate.
However, we've had a heck of summer with Jack (4). More on him on a future blog. The bottom line is that his behavior is incredibly challenging and our house is becoming a prime candidate for the Super Nanny.
As we set up our umbrella, spread out the sand toys and instructed the kids to not drown, we dug our toes into the toasty sand and inhaled our anticipated relaxation.
No relaxation was to be found that day. None. Nada. Zip. Zero.
Luke (9), who has Asperger's Syndrome, has become extremely sensory to the sand.
We are beach people.
This is not good.
He refuses to wear his swim trunks because he dislikes the water since it causes sand to stick to him. Knowing this, I bring books, magazines, and drawing materials to keep him busy. But, yesterday these things were not sufficient enough to calm his sand sensitivity. We listened to him gripe about going home for 2 hours straight.
As a parent of a child with Asperger's, I struggle. I don't know if I should help him learn to cope or remain sensitive to his needs and leave him with a babysitter or grandparents. Being nuero-typical, I know I cannot understand his world and the things he experiences. It is hard.
As we were dealing with Luke, Jack thought it would be fun to pick up long strands of seaweed to whack his brothers. They were not fans of his "game" and clearly let him know.
We decided to call it a day. Sometimes you just have to put expectations aside, accept the reality, and go to plan B.
We stopped at the grocery store on the way home. I left my phone, which I had my shopping list on, by the checkout. Someone swiped it and thought that they just found a easy way to make some cash.
However, my ever so techy husband immediately put a lock on my phone and identified the location of my phone using a phone finder app on his iPhone. I wanted to call the police, but he was confident that he could retrieve the phone without police assistance.
So with three beach boys sitting in the back of the minivan, one freaked out mama, and an iPhone mystery solver, we drove through a shady area and found the house. Kevin immediately recognized a car with a green surf board on it.
It was parked at the grocery store when we were there.
Kevin had 911 ready on his phone. He approached the door and knocked. A women asked who it was through the door. Kevin informed her that he used his phone to located my phone and it was at their house.
She told Kevin that they had not left the house. He quickly informed her that he recognized the surfboard.
"Let me get my husband," she replied.
Her shaggy surfer husband came to the door. Kevin repeated what he told the man's wife.
"Oh, I found it on the floor (lie!) and picked it up. I didn't want to turn it in because I thought they might lose it (lie!).
He walked to the car as my 6'2" husband tailed him.
"Yeah, I don't even have enough money to buy an iPhone (um, why are you disclosing that? Just makes you more guilty, my friend).
As he mumbled a few other things, he handed Kevin the phone.
Whew, I am glad to have my phone back and I'm glad Kevin was not met at the door by a crazy man.