It is Monday, April 25. I have 25 days to go until I leave for England. (I can also tell you the hours and minutes until my plane leaves…and yes, I really AM counting.) Today, in the life of Rhonda, I dropped off my middle child – my son – for 6th grade Science Camp. Science Camp, for those who don’t have kids or don’t partake in such events – is the very apex of being in elementary school here in Orange County. You start hearing about it in kindergarten, and the big deal is that it’s an overnight thing. Several “overnights” to be exact. He left today and returns on Friday afternoon – likely exhausted and sleep deprived, no less. (kind of like how we are after going to a DD show or two…) His time finally arrived, and I’m happy to say – he made it on the bus and is on his way! The even bigger deal about all of this, is that my son is on the Autistic spectrum. He is extremely high functioning and well on his way to being a superior computer engineer (likely specializing in video gaming) someday. However, not long ago – my son was a very depressed 7 year old. We were in the process of getting his autism diagnosis and we were trying to get him help at school – which took forever. Then he hit 4th grade, and everything seemed to get much, much worse. He was ridiculed at school, both by his class and by his teacher. He believed no one wanted him, loved him or cared about him except for me – those were his words, not mine. His habitual side took over, and he was a child that chewed on everything he could get his hands on, and if he couldn’t chew it, he’d completely destroy it. (including each and every jet we have in our backyard hot tub – that took him 10 minutes to completely dismantle) If he wasn’t chewing or destroying things, he was taking his anger out on his stuffed animals, completely beheading them, stabbing them and taking the stuffing out of them. It was after I found those heaped in a pile in his room that I knew we needed help, fast. After much counseling, a brand new school year with a new teacher and a lot of healing, I am thrilled and so extremely proud to say that he is my “easy” child, and he really, REALLY is. I am going to miss him so much this week, but I can’t think of another kid that deserves this camp more, and I hope he has a fantastic week ahead. Next up is my youngest’s third birthday. Conversely, she is not my easy child right now. I love her dearly, but she is embracing the age of three in all of it’s splendor. I especially love when I tell her no and she screams directly in my face – only to have me start laughing in return. (ah, to be the last of a long line of tantrum-throwers. There’s not much left I haven’t had done to me, so nothing really phases mom much!) The other night she had a completely epic tantrum after being told the last Easter Egg had already been dyed and we were finished. I actually videotaped it for later use. As blackmail. 🙂 The beauty of this birthday is that not only is it my little one’s special day, but it is also the very special day of my blogging partner Amanda! Thank you for agreeing to share your birthday with my youngest, Amanda – do you still remember that fateful phone call 3 years ago?? She was actually supposed to be born on my sisters birthday – May 15, but due to an immense amount of stress that I was under (my dad had just been rushed to the hospital, and my blood pressure was through the roof), I had to have her early. Amanda was the first person I called, both to wish her a happy birthday and to tell her that she was going to be sharing her birthday with my youngest! Good times!!!
Yes, I realize the blog today has nothing to do with Duran Duran yet. I’m just counting down my own busy life between now and the day I leave.
I suppose I will close the blog by mentioning that I’ve read in a few places about how fantastic the show was in Chicago this weekend. Both the show itself…and the show after the show that took place at a local bar. Amanda blogged about the concert, which sounded like a good one, but she’s conspicuously NOT blogged about the fun that took place afterward. Our blog has desperately tried not to be gossip rag or a “tell-all”. I almost wish I WOULD post some of the crazy stuff I’ve seen over the years, and I’m not talking about the behavior of the band, but rather, the behavior of some of the fans. I think we’ve all done things at times that we’ve cringed about later – but I don’t mind saying that some seem to keep right on doing it, over and over again. Clearly it’s not enough to crave the attention from the band, but they also crave the attention from the rest of the fans as well – because it is always quite a show. We sit, we watch, we laugh. Does this make us mean? Well, partly no because we don’t post those stories… but partly yes because to be honest – half of the reason I hang around afterwards is to watch the scene unfold. I could lie and try to take the high road by saying I do it all in the name of social science, but the fact is – it’s entertaining and I am probably not being very nice when I say that, so I openly apologize. I still promise that I will do my best not to blog about the “guess who threw her breasts at Roger” type stories I hear because that is unkind, but I can’t promise not to grin or even snicker a little at some of the crazy things that happen at times. I don’t ever intend to be mean, but sometimes I do have to wonder out loud as to why people behave the way they do, and not think that someone, somewhere, is ever going to call them out for that behavior. If that’s not social science, I don’t know what is!