Toilet training has come to town

Tank has been wanting to use the toilet. Fan fair parade please!!!!! With his lack of language he has acknowledged that wee's and poo's get done in the little room... well most of the time. It started sunday when he ran out into the living area, clutching one dimply butt screaming...yep screaming loud and clear for all to hear.....we were able to direct him in between breath's to the toilet were he sat, puzzled to the movement whilst red in the face due to pushing. His screams were replaced by grunts....and then laughter as the result's splashed in the toilet.....ohhhhhhhh. Sigh of relief and disappointment followed as there would be no more splashing for the day to be had. One wet accident all day WOOOOOOO HOOOOOO! Yesterday was...um eventful to say the least. After a cruddy nights sleep with tank, who decided 3am was morning and a phone call from my mum informing me of my aunty's passing, I really wasn't in a fab mood to say the least. Tank decided that today's poo was to be done in the driveway right behind the 'brmmmmmm'. Removal of said poo was done by me holding my nose at stench and Tank screaming 'NOOOOOOO' as I was removing his precious nugget to a newer...um environment. Weeing on the laundry floor and then putting gumboots to splash about in it is not my idea of a fun time either.....thankfully our bathroom reno's are complete and splash friendly, share my bodily fluids boy was popped into the bath as I cleaned up. I should be thankful...last week Tank presented himself to me with poo smeared all over his legs, t-shirt and hands...I didn't realise though, until he reached up and grabbed each side of my face to plant an....'ahhhhhh mum' kiss on me.....gag much...I think there was follow through on my end.

Please insert brain into head

First day of Autism Awareness month and who has the melt down.........ME!!!!

After a week of crap and madness I was the one who flipped my lid tonight and over what.....Mario sitting playing with lego instead of doing task I had asked off him.

For 2 weeks I have begged, pleaded and begged some more for Mario to keep his desk clean. Today I proudly found a set of red draws for his pencils ect for on his desk. Proud as Mario's favourite colour is red and the draws would be a much loved addition to his desk. I walk in after asking him for the 100th time to clean his desk which is a mass of recyclable rubbish, lego, books, paper and did I mention lego, to him sitting, playing lego *insert roll eyes and stomp feet here*.

I yelled at him, loosing the plot and he stood there and shrugged his shoulders and 'um I don't know' so...me, maz flip's and helps him clean......by taking my big fat, bingo flapping arms and with one big swoop push it all onto the floor whilst ranting like a mad woman. I then note that draws to desk are crammed full of guess what....L.E.G.O..... so I go ape shit some more and pull the draws out onto the floor and accidentally breaking one in the process as its to heavy *sigh* and fall's to the floor to quickly..SHIT!

I come into the lounge room, vacuum the floor back into a shag pile position while tears are streaming down my face. I absolutely hate loosing the plot! I hate the frustration I feel when it builds up......I hate screaming at my kids! I hate having to take drastic measures for things to get done! I would love for just one day to be free from the stupidity of it all.

Monday

had the special needs teacher from school ringing me to ask if Mario was getting sick as he was having a spack attack at her.....what the hell am I suppose to do? Seriously does she expect me to go to the school and pin my child against the wall or something?? Half an hour after the first phone call she rings me back to inform me that Mario is now better but Dad had set him off as he had a go on him on the weekend??!!! Yes its all dad and my fault. Joy of joy's, how dare we chastise him for being naughty!

Tuesday

had teacher from Monday to ring me AGAIN and inform me that Mario was much better today to quote ' Good boy Mario is back again'. I was to shocked to say anything. I told the J man who wanted to know who Mario's parent was.

Wednesday

was a huge stepping stone as it was the first time I had let Dudie and Mario together come home on the school bus. I stood at the kitchen window with a lump in my throat praying to hell that Mario had gotten on the correct bus......and was over the moon when my boy's walked int he front door together giggling.

Thursday

saw nasty Tank come out to play....he had a ball hitting, kicking and screaming at me. I also rang the school and spoke with Mario's headmaster about the Monday/Tuesday phone call's. Said headmaster was fantastic and made me feel better that I had actually called him and discussed it.

Hello Friday

On top of Mario being...well Mario...Tank has decided to be verbally loud, throwing 3 cars at my head today and grunting, yelling and screaming at Mini me and me. I thought having him sleep in out bed again might help with his anger but nope.....its actually worse then before.*pass Vodka in my direction now please*

If this is what I have to look forward to for Autism month, I want out NOW!!!!!!