RM just zoomed into the living room, circled the sofa three times and zoomed back down the hallway.
The Boy is glued to Electric Company in the living room.
SGM is in the garage.
It’s a ‘typical’ Saturday morning. Though here in StimCity, that is not so typical.
First off – it is still almost unsettling to have the SGM here on a quiet Saturday morning. He is not in Afghanistan, or at drill, or at training somewhere without cell service. He’s actually HERE. Amazing. *sigh*
I love him so much.
RM just breezed through again. This time making two laps around the sofa, flapping wildly with excitement and with a huge smile on her face.
It was a record 102 degrees here yesterday and is slated to hit 99 today. After a brief passing shower this morning, the sun is out and the heat is on. But I’m tucked away in my nest, A/C on, sitting here relaxing.
Anyways, this is nice.
We had plans today to meet up with a whole gaggle of other autism families at ‘Autism Beach’. A state beach exclusively designated for persons with disabilities and their families. In other words, ‘autism-friendly’ as Jess from Diary of a Mom would say. But with the forecast calling for nearly 100 degrees and stifling humidity – I called ‘Uncle!’ and was the first to bail. My regrets to bow out went something like this:
“Putting this out there now – I don’t do the beach to begin with (if I haven’t mentioned previously, the SGM doesn’t because of the six months he lay in a sand dune in Kuwait) and I generally don’t do temps over 90 outdoors. I am a pasty, redheaded Irish woman and my family is riddled with skin cancer. I sweat profusely from mid-May to late October. With that said, I also appreciate that you all won’t try to convince me to do something I won’t be happy doing – so I am giving the heads up now that I may put the kabosh on us heading to Autism Beach tomorrow. If we miss you – know that I REALLY will miss you, but know that we’ll have other less sticky opportunities to chill out together (ha – get it?!) XOXO Love you ALL.”
The rest of the gang soon followed suit. Seemingly everyone was in agreement that it just wasn’t a good recipe for a bunch of hot mommies and stimmies running around in the blazing heat at a beach with a no-alcohol policy. That combination wouldn’t likely be healthy for the daddies or the sibs, either. We will have to make it to Autism Beach another time.
So here I sit. On a quiet Saturday morning. No particular plans. Happy babies doing their thing. And a handsome, sexy husband who is HOME, now sitting next to me.
Oh – and my coffee is still hot. This is so very cool.