Living the Dream.. Underpants and Aspergers πŸ’™

Living the Dream.. I never once imagined that I’d be hand washing my children’s scuddy undies on Christmas Eve. Yet there I was. Up to my elbows in suds. That’s got to be an expression of true love, surely?

This unfurnished house is lacking a washing machine and with 4 kids and a hubby, I can see I’m going to get very bored VERY quickly of mucky grundies.

So.. Happy Christmas Everyone! Guess what Santa brought us? πŸ˜‚




Joe’s joke teeth were a big hit 😁 (or maybe Santa thinks we need a family dental trip πŸ˜‚)

Kids were up at 6ish (not bad for a Christmas morning eh?) but the first real noise we heard was Fred yelling that Santa had been and that Father Christmas is the world’s worst EVER person (the language was a tad more fruity than that) and that EVERYONE has got bigger, and more, presents than him.

Today, I bloody hate Aspergers. The perception that so many things become a winning and losing scenario is one of the hardest things for me to understand.. I’m not sure how to help Fred to learn to deal with this, but first thing in the morning when I’m just opening my eyes, I’m afraid I don’t respond well πŸ™ˆ

I became Shouty McShouty pants and this was the start to our day. Happy bloody Christmas πŸ™ˆ

Fast forward a few hours and we’ve had even more shouting and tantrums over the new Xbox (the turn-taking Rota isn’t working too well πŸ˜’), some excitement over scooters and slinkys, and lots of chocolate for breakfast. It’s a very up and down morning, and I’m not coping well. It’s 11am. Is it time for a wine yet? πŸ˜‚

Bacon sandwiches for lunch, a spot more child-refereeing, and we drag the kids over the road to the beach to stem the cabin fever.

THIS is more like it 😎


After a couple of hours in the sea, everyone is a bit happier and I’m thinking that today may be a good day after all. We even managed family cricket 😊


For the first time, Fred also took part.

This, however, may have been the straw that broke the camel’s back because again, the perception that he’s losing, or that he’s not as good as everyone else, takes over and the cricket bat gets thrown πŸ˜”

Today, I really, bloody hate Aspergers.

Back home for Christmas Dinner BBQ, and Sid decides to have a paddy and not be in any more photos.

At this point, I open the wine, and accept that no matter what we do, our day is always going to consist of tantrums and tears as well as laughter and fun.

Our family is not perfect, but it’s just perfect for me. It’s bloody hard work sometimes, and I can understand why we are the neighbours that no one wants to live next door to πŸ˜† but This Family’s all mine and I love it.


(Sid’s over there in the corner having his No-Photo Hissy Fit πŸ˜†)

Few more fizzy wines and it’s all good. (Me, not the kids πŸ˜‰)

Happy Christmas 2017 everyone ❀

One thought on “Living the Dream.. Underpants and Aspergers πŸ’™

  1. Lol!! The stress of Christmas and a kid on the spectrum! I’ve let mine just do whatever, which is lie in her bedroom naked watching YouTube and people connecting with demons…. yeah….. riiiiight.
    It’s just like the surfing you’ve been doing down under in NZ…. up and down. Sometimes you’re on the crest of the wave, sometimes you’re drowning or being battered. Whatever it is, it’s your ride and you make make the most of it πŸ€— Have a fabulous time and I wish I was there!!! πŸ˜ƒπŸ€—πŸ€— xx

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s