Monday morning 7:00 on our way to School Banking at the kids’ old school, the start of the week from hell. By the time we returned home at 9:30.
We set up Book Fair late Friday afternoon, Monday morning some of the P&FA went and helped finish (without me). Look intellectually it was a great week, everyone was friendly and helpful. 99% of the kids were amazingly polite, no pilfering, helpfulness, honesty. We made a lot of money and I had a lot of really nice interactions.
Autism rears its ugly head. It was so casual; there was no one leader everybody saw something to improve & did it. But I was officially in charge & it was set out properly then reset wrong. I spent the first 10 minutes pushing my nails into my temples while my support worker tried to get me to walk outside. The kids fiddled, put stuff back wrong, & bent stuff. The adults were less than perfectly accurate & hadn’t read all the instructions. So basically I wanted to scream & hit things. Classes didn’t come when they agreed too so library staff had had to show them through, if I’d organized it properly this wouldn’t have happened. Guilt, change, lack of clear guidelines, people being nice; I was in hell, and I was the evil one.
I actually walked around and sold to people for 2 to 5 hours for 5 days, I know its not much but if you’ve read previous posts you know I’m not used to it. But with everything that I felt was going wrong I knew it was my fault & my problem, I think I’m going to have to face the facts and realise I can’t work with real people before I go crazy. I’m 85% sure I will not be in the P&FA next year.
Next week; Tabby’s sweet 16th – presents mainly bought not wrapped cards not done.
Middle School Dance – Tash needs a dress and the stores are filled with truly ugly rubbish.
Sweet 16th party – same night as above. Invites out, nothing else done.
Father’s Day – I may have some of the gifts and I know when it is.
To those of you who have read before, the most beautiful woman I have ever met; my aunt Val has been airlifted to a hospital in her home state & her husband & sons are home, but the prognosis is not good. I can’t talk about it. I love them so much but they live so far away, I … I don’t know.
My posts have turned really horrible haven’t they? Surprise!