Good-bye Chicken Sandwiches I will miss you.

Good-bye Chicken Sandwiches I will miss you.

I'll get straight to the point...I will never take my kids to chick-fil-a AGAIN. At least and especially the one on FM 78.  

Of course I believe in human rights.  I don't believe marriage should ONLY be between a consenting man and women but for PEOPLE of opposite or same sex. And yes...I've eaten at Chick Fil A before, during, and after the whole traditional VS non-traditional marriage thing.  Why you ask? Well because I like chicken sandwiches.  And there are (in my opinion) issues that are very important and I have no idea where the places where I shop, eat, and play stand on them.  AND I love (loved) the play area.  Chick Fil A does cater to families…from the sanitizer wipes to the mini cups of cheerios . 

These things are not why I am not eating at Chick-Fil-A…I will not be going to Chick-Fil-A because…wait for it….the parents that go there are pricks.  So not being a prick I will not be going and subjecting my children to the off-spring of pricks.

The last few visits there have been horrible.  Dealing with ogling men and  helicopter parents; I can’t take it anymore. 

As if I was in a bar I had to ask some man what he was staring at and give my gangster hands.  You know the gangster hands right?  You throw both your hands up giving the body language that you’re a bad ass and something (hypothetically) is about to go down.  Yeah…I did that, because as sad as I am about getting older and fatter I don’t appreciate my breast being stared at. 

Then there was the straw that broke the camel’s toes back.  You guessed it. Ass-hole parents.   The past several times I’ve taken N-Zilla and the baby to Chick-fil-A it has not been too pleasant.  Everybody’s kids are perfect. Right (sarcasm)

If it’s not a mother saying, “Excuse me is that your son, ‘cause he is staring at my son”. Or some kid telling The Baby she can’t go down the slide. The baby smacks the kid of course.  Then I get another, “Excuse me is that your daughter, ‘cause she just hit my kid”.  OR when it gets to loud in play area and N-Zilla covers his ears and either cries, yells, spits, or rolls in a ball (or all four at once) I get dirty looks from parents.  I never once pull the special needs card.  NEVER. 

Yesterday a grown man talked to N-Zilla as if he were a grown man.  “Hey you let her through”.  The boy was relaxing in the tunnel and four for goodness sakes.  N-Zilla started to cry. 

I couldn’t even say anything to the man.  Not even gangster hands would have made a difference.  Why?  Because he was a prick and anything that I had to say was a waste of his time.  Also, I had had it. I had with the horrible experiences with the freak’n play area. I had it with perverted men.  I had it with people treating N-Zilla different. 

Also,  I wasn’t about to flip shit in a play area at Chick-Fil-A.  Anything I said probably would have not made any sense because I would have taken every bad experience we have ever had at restaurants and play areas and taken out on this jerk of a man.  I would more than likely have started crying.  I tend to do that.  I Cry out of anger.  Just ask my husband.  It wouldn’t benefit me or N-Zilla at all.  So I took my anger, the kids,and got the hell out of Chick-Fil-A and with that Chick-Fil-A on FM 78 lost a costumer.

Non-Constructive play makes for a messy lawn.

I have this son. His name is N-Zilla.  He is a lovable and destructive little tot.  Sometimes...If the mood strikes he likes to throw things out of his bedroom window.  What can I do? It's just the way it is...I guess. 

Mostly. Maybe. For right now.

So...Where is N-Zilla?
He's still here.  I'm still here.  I guess as soon as March came...my life all of a sudden triple booked it's self.  I have managed to keep my head afloat as a parent being pulled four times over...I mean five.  Not just a parent of two tweens...not a parent of a toddler or a parent of a special needs child.  Just plan-o parent of four and wife is trying enough.  But we made it...thank you very much.  I officially have a 7th grader, a 5th grader, Pre-K Sophmore and nobody lost a limb...some fever's but nothing to serious.

SO WHAT HAS N-ZILLA BEEN UP TO?  Alright, alright.  Your friendly neighborhood lovable and destructive N-Zilla made it through his very first year of Pre-K.  He is speaking so much nowadays.  He say's things like, "Dad get off my computer" (another reason that I don't get to blog as much).  He is also found out about the Knuffle Bunny and Pete the Cat and his School shoes.

He still doesn't like (mostly) people to touch the top of his head...and we still don't get to go to Red Robbins as often as we would like to.  N-Zilla does know what he likes and doesn't like and it seems that he know's his own triggers and self soothes... Some day's are easier then others.  Lately there are more "good days".  Except when he pours the coffee creamer on his bed.

As for N-Zilla's mom and dad...we are doing good...at least for me (the mom) things are not so tense.  N-Zilla is back on Melotonin (most days). And it still doesn't always work...but N-Zilla falls asleep before (mostly) midnight and since I don't work during the summers...I guess it's not biggie right? Except the nights that I really really REALLY need to sleep.

Life isn't so scary (mostly not always) and unknown when it comes to things Autism or the "Maybes" for right now.  Life is good.  

In case you missed it on Twitter...

Here is a recap in no particular order.

 We survived...it ended up being a pretty awesome weekend and no electronic's ceased to exist.

1 in 88. People are People...Thank you Jim for your post.

After writing a post (To light or not to light my house blue...) , and after reading Jim's post at Just a Lil Blog I wanted to show you my 1 in 88.

Thank you Jim for such a beautiful Post.

This is our N-Zilla.

...and these are other families with 1 in 88 (but they are all one in a million to us)

A Diary of a Mom

I'm Just That Way and That is Just Me

This Side of Typical

Seven YuckMouths And Autism

Mostly True Stuff

Between Hope and a Hard Place

Our Adventures with Riley

The Domestic Goddess

Autism Wonderland

To light or not to light my house blue....that is the question

April is Autism awareness month.  I'm having a lot of mixed emotions.  I read a lot of things like "Cure for Autism".  I don't know if I will be participating in any walks or fundraisers.  I don't know yet if I am going to light my house blue.  Maybe I'm having conflicted emotions because our situation is not like other families situation.  Like the saying goes...If you met one person with Autism then you've meet one person with Autism. We are all different.

First...N-Zilla is so young, he has SPD.   As of right now is going to Pre-K for the Autism Spectrum.  Or rather Non-Categorical Autism.  He has defiantly gotten early intervention.  N-Zilla has shown all the signs of ASD milestones (or missed the milestones).

 Things get difficult.  Going to restaurants are a little bit  more of a production then we would like.   Days get long when N-Zilla can not communicate what he wants or is feeling.  Money gets tight having to buy Pull-Ups and the same two toys over and over again.  I get frustrated when my house becomes destroyed, and Mrs. S and I become loopy when we don't get enough sleep.  Don't even get me started on the repetition. (Obvioulsy these are just the tip of the ice berg.  But I don't have all day to go down the list)

But that is who our child is.  I don't see anything in N-Zilla that needs to be cured.  If you take away his obsessions with trains and his accomplishments over his hurtles (thus far) then you take away him.  You can not have N-Zilla without the good the bad and the compulsive.  He just wouldn't be himself.

  I love my N-Zilla.  I love all his little ticks and sayings.  I find it adorable that he likes to talk about himself in the third person.   I am a proud parent when N-Zilla has figured something out or hits a milestone...knowing that he learns things in a different way and when he gets it, it's so beautiful.

I am in no means an expert on ASD.  I am only an expert on my children (and even that gets confusing).  I think that calling it Autism Awareness Month is a good  name.  So we can all be aware.  I'm just not sure that I like the phrase "Cure for Autism".  

Poop goes in the potty.

I know...I know.  No one else but me is interested in m kids toilet training habits.  But best believe when the time comes that N-Zilla actually uses the potty I will be tweeting, FB'ing, and I might even put a ad in the paper.

Taking a break from the toleit.

It's discouraging to me because Son #1 and Crazy Horse where potty trained by 2.  Tiger Lily (The Baby) is showing interest on using the potty.  She's in the first stages...but my N-Zilla is gonna be 4 this summer and has no interest.

We've tried everything.  Stickers. Singing. Snacks. NetFlix in the bathroom.  Everything.

It's just not working.

Sooo...Mrs. Awesome and I have decided that we are putting a halt to the potting training at home and at school.  It was starting to do more harm then good.  At home and at school.  It's so frustrating for us...so we know how much more frustrating it is on him.

Goodbye Yo Gabba Gabba Chonies and hello (again) Target Brand Pull-Ups. For now.