Birthday for Broadway

Tomorrow is March 17th, a date known to most as St. Patrick's Day. For me, this also marks the anniversary of my son's birth... in this case, that would be 15 YEARS AGO!!

While my dear "Broadway" is overjoyed to be a mere 6 months away from obtaining his learner's driving permit, I am not so sure about all this "teen" stuff. I remember getting behind the wheel for the first time like it was yesterday. It can't possibly have been that many years ago!

I suppose one of the first lessons we'll have to instill in him will be "no driving before your ADHD meds kick in!" Every morning we go through the same routine. When he first gets out of bed, it is much like watching one of those silly sets of wind-up teeth. "Chatter!Chatter!Chatter!Chatter!Chatter!Chatter!Chatter!Chatter! Chatter! Chatter! Chatter! Chatter! Chatter! Chatter!   Chatter!     Chatter!         Chatter!              Chatter!                Chatter!"

Over a period of about  25 minutes, we watch him unwind as the medication kicks in. (Then we all breathe a sigh of relief.) I really can't imagine him trying to DRIVE like that!! It would be like one of those dogs from the movie 'Up!'

"So I'm driving carefully up to the stop sign at the corner of Main and....      SQUIRREL!"

On the flip side, there will certainly be benefits to having an extra driver around. Once we are confident in his driving abilities, I can have him drop Iraq off at ballet each week. Broadway is also involved in a number of after-school activities, like Jr. ROTC and Model Club (no - he's not learning to be a model. They put together intricate model airplanes and the like). Juggling Iraq's after-school activities, The Skink's nap time, cooking dinner and picking him up each day can make for an interesting challenge on many days! Soon I'll just hand him the keys to the car and tell him I'll see him when he gets home that evening. (Hmmmm... I might be able to live with this set-up.)

On a side note, Iraq got off the bus in tears today. From what I can gather, a little boy on the bus called her "Diaper!" This was truly one of those Aspie-Mom moments where it took everything in my power not to laugh. While most kids would probably have laughed and asked the kid if that was the best insult he could come up with, poor Iraq became frustrated, insisting she was NOT a diaper, but a PERSON! She can be very LITERAL... about EVERYTHING.

Such is life in Adasperdown Town! And to all a good night!