Feeling Ooogy

What is worse than having an autistic child? Having an autistic child with the flu.

I know that there are a lot worse things out there, but yeesh. Alex's dad got stuck with him for the worst part of his flu, but he's been off schedule and cranky this whole week. It's hard sticking to the gf/cf diet too when he's sick. All the comforting things I want to give him aren't on the diet. And if they could make a soup that didn't have gluten in it, that would be nice. Not that they are all gluten-y, or even that it's that hard to make my own soup, but I was sick too. I didn't really want to cook. No crackers, and the bread we had didn't toast well. Poor Alex.

That was me being whine-y. I'm done now.

On the up side, we should be starting Alex's in-home shortly. The 28th is the date of beginning. I reminded my mother that it would be starting. She doesn't really listen to me, so the several conversations that we've already had about this can not be taken into account.

Me: So, those people are going to start coming here soon to teach Alex.
Her: When?
Me: The 28th.
Her: They're coming for an hour?
Me: No, they're coming 35 hours a week.
Her: Just for an hour or 2?
Me: No, they're coming 35 hours a week.
Her: For a week?
Me: 3 years
Her: What? For a couple of months?
Me: 3 years
Her: What?

We've had this conversation before. I think she's just comprehending what she wants to. I keep telling her that it will make her life a lot easier, since she won't have to be chasing after Alex all day when I'm at work. But she's a bit nervous about having someone there all the time. I am too, but I'm looking forward to it too.

I probably won't post until after the 28th. I've got a lot to do, with Christmas and getting the house tidied up.

Ugh.