Don't throw away that 'empty' bottle of lotion, yet!
Cut your bottle of lotion open. Then, using a spatula, put the rest of the lotion in a container with a lid. You will be surprised at how much lotion gets stuck at the bottom of the bottle!
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Tuesday, May 26, 2009
My Son Is a Victim of Bullying!
I would have never dreamed that my child would be bullied in Kindergarten!
In the beginning of the school year my son would come home telling me about this kid who pushed him around. I called the school a few times and even talked to the principal but was basically told "kids will be kids". He wasn't coming home with bruises or anything visible, but all he wanted to talk about at dinner time was all the bad things this child did at school. This quickly became old, and what I felt to be a tattle-tale session, so I decided to discourage any talk about this other child. I told my son, Jerry, that I wanted to hear about his day and what he did in school. Little did I know, at the time, the regret I would feel for making this decision.
A few weeks ago, I found out just how serious this bullying had become. Since about Spring break, it had become a huge struggle to get Jerry to go to school each morning but I had no idea why he didn't want to go. Then one day, while doing laundry I found a handful of pebbles in my washing machine. I went to Jerry(my rock-collector) and began lecturing him about putting rocks in his pockets. When I was done with my lecture, he innocently told me "but Mom, I'm not putting rocks in my pockets. The kids are pushing me down and throwing the rocks on me!". I listened to him and responded lovingly. This must have given him a "green light" to continue talking about what all had been going on at school. For the rest of the evening he told me story after story of times he had been pushed, kicked, hit, stuffed in his locker, name called threatened and on and on all by the same child. The stories came out like a flood that had been being held back. I quickly put two and two together and realized this was the answer to why Jerry was fighting with me every morning when it came time to go to school and why Jerry's meltdowns had skyrocketed in the evening! I decided to keep him home from school until I could talk to the principal. That was on a Friday. I got an appointment with the principal on Monday. The principal basically gave me the same, "I'm sorry but kids will be kids, but your child shouldn't be afraid to come to school so we'll talk to this kid". He also said he'd have Jerry's teacher give me a call. I was less then thrilled with his response but waited for the teacher to call me. Her response seemed promising. She wasn't aware that Jerry had been being singled out to be picked on but agreed that it seemed likely. She said she would move Jerry's chair to the opposite corner of the other child's and talk to them all about the classroom rules. So I made the decision to send Jerry back to school on Tuesday. Jerry was happy and confident that he would be kept safe! Jerry came home from school and had a two hour long horrible meltdown that evening! I had a feeling things must not have gone well at school despite Jerry giving me a sure it went fine response. Sure enough, four hours before school even started the next day, he began fretting about going. He said gym was going to be today and the child bullied him really bad in gym. I asked him again how Tuesday had gone and he admitted to being kicked a lot during recess and pushed down while waiting in lines and name called. Jerry said he was scared to go because no one could handle this child that was bullying him. I can only imagine Jerry's disappointment in those who promised to keep him safe. I called his teacher and let her know that Jerry wouldn't be in school again. She promised she'd get to the bottom of this and get back with me. I have not heard from her since and when I called to inform the secretary Jerry would not be coming today she asked for the reason of his absence. I told her, "he's scared to come because he's getting bullied". She asked, "Does the principal know". I told her, "Yes, but apparently they can't do anything about it". Her response, "Oh then I'll mark it down as a personal day". That's right, my child getting bullied at school is now my "personal" problem! Makes you wonder why they have an anti-bullying policy in the first place!
In the beginning of the school year my son would come home telling me about this kid who pushed him around. I called the school a few times and even talked to the principal but was basically told "kids will be kids". He wasn't coming home with bruises or anything visible, but all he wanted to talk about at dinner time was all the bad things this child did at school. This quickly became old, and what I felt to be a tattle-tale session, so I decided to discourage any talk about this other child. I told my son, Jerry, that I wanted to hear about his day and what he did in school. Little did I know, at the time, the regret I would feel for making this decision.
A few weeks ago, I found out just how serious this bullying had become. Since about Spring break, it had become a huge struggle to get Jerry to go to school each morning but I had no idea why he didn't want to go. Then one day, while doing laundry I found a handful of pebbles in my washing machine. I went to Jerry(my rock-collector) and began lecturing him about putting rocks in his pockets. When I was done with my lecture, he innocently told me "but Mom, I'm not putting rocks in my pockets. The kids are pushing me down and throwing the rocks on me!". I listened to him and responded lovingly. This must have given him a "green light" to continue talking about what all had been going on at school. For the rest of the evening he told me story after story of times he had been pushed, kicked, hit, stuffed in his locker, name called threatened and on and on all by the same child. The stories came out like a flood that had been being held back. I quickly put two and two together and realized this was the answer to why Jerry was fighting with me every morning when it came time to go to school and why Jerry's meltdowns had skyrocketed in the evening! I decided to keep him home from school until I could talk to the principal. That was on a Friday. I got an appointment with the principal on Monday. The principal basically gave me the same, "I'm sorry but kids will be kids, but your child shouldn't be afraid to come to school so we'll talk to this kid". He also said he'd have Jerry's teacher give me a call. I was less then thrilled with his response but waited for the teacher to call me. Her response seemed promising. She wasn't aware that Jerry had been being singled out to be picked on but agreed that it seemed likely. She said she would move Jerry's chair to the opposite corner of the other child's and talk to them all about the classroom rules. So I made the decision to send Jerry back to school on Tuesday. Jerry was happy and confident that he would be kept safe! Jerry came home from school and had a two hour long horrible meltdown that evening! I had a feeling things must not have gone well at school despite Jerry giving me a sure it went fine response. Sure enough, four hours before school even started the next day, he began fretting about going. He said gym was going to be today and the child bullied him really bad in gym. I asked him again how Tuesday had gone and he admitted to being kicked a lot during recess and pushed down while waiting in lines and name called. Jerry said he was scared to go because no one could handle this child that was bullying him. I can only imagine Jerry's disappointment in those who promised to keep him safe. I called his teacher and let her know that Jerry wouldn't be in school again. She promised she'd get to the bottom of this and get back with me. I have not heard from her since and when I called to inform the secretary Jerry would not be coming today she asked for the reason of his absence. I told her, "he's scared to come because he's getting bullied". She asked, "Does the principal know". I told her, "Yes, but apparently they can't do anything about it". Her response, "Oh then I'll mark it down as a personal day". That's right, my child getting bullied at school is now my "personal" problem! Makes you wonder why they have an anti-bullying policy in the first place!
Monday, May 11, 2009
7 ~ Sarah's Savvy Savings ~
It's garage sale time! Having trouble getting those stickers off of your merchandise?
Rub them off with a little oil! Use whatever oil you have on hand such as coconut oil, vegetable oil or canola oil. Peanut butter even works!
Thanks to Karen Spooner for todays Savvy Savings idea!
Rub them off with a little oil! Use whatever oil you have on hand such as coconut oil, vegetable oil or canola oil. Peanut butter even works!
Thanks to Karen Spooner for todays Savvy Savings idea!
Day of Redemption!
After yesterday's mishaps, I wasn't so sure about stepping into the kitchen today! Five o'clock rolled around, and I decided I had no choice but to jump back in with both feet. I looked through my pantry trying to decide what to have. I had a bag of potatos that needed used so I decided to make them into french fries. I also had two huge onions. I had bought them with the intention of making onion rings. Mind you, I've never made onion rings before! I do make french fries at least twice a month, but on the danger scale they get a ten! I caught a whole batch on fire once! But that's another story for another day...
So I quickly made the potatos into french fries and put them in the oven. Then, I looked through my cookbooks and came across an onion ring recipe that looked like what I was picturing in my head. Potatos and onion rings...hmmm. I decided I better come up with some meat to round out the nutrition level of this meal. I settled on some frozen cubed beef, which thawed out nicely in the microwave. I put it in a frying pan and added some onions, garlic powder and salt. While the potatos and beef cooked, I went back to making the onion rings. My first batch finished and turned out just as I had hoped! I immediately called my mom and invited her and my dad over to share in this wonderful moment! She didn't hesitate to accept my offer and quickly gathered her, already cooked, dinner up and brought it on over. Amazingly, everything turned out wonderful and the onion rings were appreciated by all! Ah, yes...nothing like the sweet taste of redemption!
So I quickly made the potatos into french fries and put them in the oven. Then, I looked through my cookbooks and came across an onion ring recipe that looked like what I was picturing in my head. Potatos and onion rings...hmmm. I decided I better come up with some meat to round out the nutrition level of this meal. I settled on some frozen cubed beef, which thawed out nicely in the microwave. I put it in a frying pan and added some onions, garlic powder and salt. While the potatos and beef cooked, I went back to making the onion rings. My first batch finished and turned out just as I had hoped! I immediately called my mom and invited her and my dad over to share in this wonderful moment! She didn't hesitate to accept my offer and quickly gathered her, already cooked, dinner up and brought it on over. Amazingly, everything turned out wonderful and the onion rings were appreciated by all! Ah, yes...nothing like the sweet taste of redemption!
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Explosions, Burns and Spoiled Turkey! Happy Mother's Day to Me!
Today started off like most Sundays. I got up bright and early and had everyone bathed, fed and looking their Sunday best by 9 am. We arrived at church with plenty of time to spare and I must admit I was proud of my accomplishment! I was particularly proud that Mariah had a barrette in her hair and kept it there until we came back home from church! She can't stand having her hair messed with and I've given up on doing anything with it, but for some reason today was pleasantly different.
I sat down in Sunday School class and had to remove myself from the room 3 times to go cough my brains out. Why is it, you hardly realize you have a cough until you are at church! Then there's no stopping that cough! I finally found some hot water and that seemed to soothe my throat enough that I could sit and participate in the rest of the Sunday School hour, which by this point was down to an half hour. I enjoyed the rest of the morning at church. When I picked the kids up from children's church, I was greeted by a blue faced Mariah! Her teacher explained to me that they were coloring faces on balloons and Mariah decided to kiss hers! Her entire lips and cheeks were blue! So much for a nice mother/daughter picture on Mother's Day! I took my blue faced darling home along with her brothers who, thankfully, were not blue faced.
I managed to get the children to help me tidy up our house and gave them the "if you would keep this place clean during the week we wouldn't have to do this now" lecture. I think I lecture them to make me feel better because it surely doesn't help keep the house cleaner!
It was 4 o'clock, by the time the house was beginning to look like it had four walls and carpet once again. My parents were coming over for a nice peaceful Mother's Day dinner so I was cooking turkey, cranberry sauce and asparagus. My mom was bringing stuffing! yummy!
I had cooked the cranberries down and like I'd done several times before was going to blend them in my Magic Bullet blender and strain them so they would be nice and smooth. I remember the splatters that got all over last time when I used the blender so I decided to use the normal bullet cup. Less than a minute later, I would regret that decision! Apparently, when the manual says, "do not use with hot liquids", it means "Do Not Use With Hot Liquids!!!" I filled the bullet cup a little more than half way then proceeded to push it down on the bullet machine. BOOM!!! It literally exploded everywhere! I was covered in cranberry sauce! Very HOT cranberry sauce! After I got over the intial shock, I realized every splatter on my face and arms was burning me! So I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror where I saw red blotches all over my face. I immediately began rinsing my face with cold water. My right eye had been hit with sauce and was beginning to feel very burnt, along with my upper lip. I called my mom who agreed to come right on over to help out. In the meantime, I put my kid's Clifford ice pack along with my soft clothe ice pack over my entire face. I concentrated on getting the cold on my eye and lip. By the time my parents arrived I was grateful that my burns were feeling like they were going to be all right. We sureveyed the damage to the kitchen together. What a mess! Bright red sauce was everywhere! Thanks to my parents, we had the whole place including ceiling, floor, cabinets, walls and more, cleaned up in no time at all! We decided chunky cranberry sauce would taste just fine for dinner!
We were able to laugh this incident off and were very thankful that my burns hadn't turned out to be worse. Then it came time to carve the turkey! As my mom was carving away, I snitched a bite. It tasted a little different, but I shrugged it off as having something to do with it being organic. Then my mom asked what I thought of it so I tasted another bite and agreed it did have an interesting flavor. My mom suggested it almost had a hint of almond. I took another bite and could definitely taste the almond flavor. My dad piped in that they must have fed this turkey almonds! My mom noticed that the white meat tasted more normal than the dark so I tested her theory out and again had to agree that she was indeed right. By this time, what began as a slight odd flavor was becoming a downright nasty taste. We all came to the conclusion that our much anticipated turkey dinner was literally going to the birds!!! That almond flavor was reclassified as spoiled turkey flavor! The problem with buying organic is there aren't any perservatives to keep the food from spoiling quickly! Lesson learned-buy the turkey, thaw the turkey, cook the turkey immediately!
What was going to be a scrumptious turkey dinner for Mother's Day turned out to be a Mother's Day dinner full of laughs and unforgettable memories as we recalled the days happenings! Oh and by the way we ate hotdogs with the scrumptious homemade stuffing my mom brought. Thanks for saving our Mother's Day Dinner, Mom! You are the Best :)
I sat down in Sunday School class and had to remove myself from the room 3 times to go cough my brains out. Why is it, you hardly realize you have a cough until you are at church! Then there's no stopping that cough! I finally found some hot water and that seemed to soothe my throat enough that I could sit and participate in the rest of the Sunday School hour, which by this point was down to an half hour. I enjoyed the rest of the morning at church. When I picked the kids up from children's church, I was greeted by a blue faced Mariah! Her teacher explained to me that they were coloring faces on balloons and Mariah decided to kiss hers! Her entire lips and cheeks were blue! So much for a nice mother/daughter picture on Mother's Day! I took my blue faced darling home along with her brothers who, thankfully, were not blue faced.
I managed to get the children to help me tidy up our house and gave them the "if you would keep this place clean during the week we wouldn't have to do this now" lecture. I think I lecture them to make me feel better because it surely doesn't help keep the house cleaner!
It was 4 o'clock, by the time the house was beginning to look like it had four walls and carpet once again. My parents were coming over for a nice peaceful Mother's Day dinner so I was cooking turkey, cranberry sauce and asparagus. My mom was bringing stuffing! yummy!
I had cooked the cranberries down and like I'd done several times before was going to blend them in my Magic Bullet blender and strain them so they would be nice and smooth. I remember the splatters that got all over last time when I used the blender so I decided to use the normal bullet cup. Less than a minute later, I would regret that decision! Apparently, when the manual says, "do not use with hot liquids", it means "Do Not Use With Hot Liquids!!!" I filled the bullet cup a little more than half way then proceeded to push it down on the bullet machine. BOOM!!! It literally exploded everywhere! I was covered in cranberry sauce! Very HOT cranberry sauce! After I got over the intial shock, I realized every splatter on my face and arms was burning me! So I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror where I saw red blotches all over my face. I immediately began rinsing my face with cold water. My right eye had been hit with sauce and was beginning to feel very burnt, along with my upper lip. I called my mom who agreed to come right on over to help out. In the meantime, I put my kid's Clifford ice pack along with my soft clothe ice pack over my entire face. I concentrated on getting the cold on my eye and lip. By the time my parents arrived I was grateful that my burns were feeling like they were going to be all right. We sureveyed the damage to the kitchen together. What a mess! Bright red sauce was everywhere! Thanks to my parents, we had the whole place including ceiling, floor, cabinets, walls and more, cleaned up in no time at all! We decided chunky cranberry sauce would taste just fine for dinner!
We were able to laugh this incident off and were very thankful that my burns hadn't turned out to be worse. Then it came time to carve the turkey! As my mom was carving away, I snitched a bite. It tasted a little different, but I shrugged it off as having something to do with it being organic. Then my mom asked what I thought of it so I tasted another bite and agreed it did have an interesting flavor. My mom suggested it almost had a hint of almond. I took another bite and could definitely taste the almond flavor. My dad piped in that they must have fed this turkey almonds! My mom noticed that the white meat tasted more normal than the dark so I tested her theory out and again had to agree that she was indeed right. By this time, what began as a slight odd flavor was becoming a downright nasty taste. We all came to the conclusion that our much anticipated turkey dinner was literally going to the birds!!! That almond flavor was reclassified as spoiled turkey flavor! The problem with buying organic is there aren't any perservatives to keep the food from spoiling quickly! Lesson learned-buy the turkey, thaw the turkey, cook the turkey immediately!
What was going to be a scrumptious turkey dinner for Mother's Day turned out to be a Mother's Day dinner full of laughs and unforgettable memories as we recalled the days happenings! Oh and by the way we ate hotdogs with the scrumptious homemade stuffing my mom brought. Thanks for saving our Mother's Day Dinner, Mom! You are the Best :)
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Happy Mother's Day!
Happy Mother's Day to My Mom
and to all the other Mommy's!
Today is a wonderful day to celebrate and
take some time to love on your children :)
and to all the other Mommy's!
Today is a wonderful day to celebrate and
take some time to love on your children :)
Mother of Mine
by Sarah
You are my Mother
I would have no other
You make me want to be my best
I’ve put you through the test
At times you are weary
You always come through cheery
Even through times of tense
Your love for me is immense
You always show you care
And as friends we share
Our love for each other is given free
Mother and daughter we will always be!
by Sarah
You are my Mother
I would have no other
You make me want to be my best
I’ve put you through the test
At times you are weary
You always come through cheery
Even through times of tense
Your love for me is immense
You always show you care
And as friends we share
Our love for each other is given free
Mother and daughter we will always be!
Friday, May 8, 2009
6 ~ Sarah's Savvy Savings ~
Are you baking and having trouble getting all of your honey or molasses out of the measuring cup?
Simply measure your oil first. Then reuse the oiled measuring cup for your honey/molasses and it will slide right out! If your recipe doesn't call for oil just simply spray your measuring cup with oil before putting your honey/molasses in it! You'll love this mess-free tip!
Simply measure your oil first. Then reuse the oiled measuring cup for your honey/molasses and it will slide right out! If your recipe doesn't call for oil just simply spray your measuring cup with oil before putting your honey/molasses in it! You'll love this mess-free tip!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Hospitals and Mich's
This evening Jerry was talking about hospitals(I think we had been discussing the H1N1 flu because he had brought a informational paper home from school on the flu) and he stated, "Hospitals are only for if you are pregnant...and if you are in a car accident." I chuckled as I thought about how my poor children are going to grow up never wanting children of their own! They are convinced all women spend their pregnancies sick in the hospital!
Later in the evening, Mariah gave me another chuckle as she was discussing her height.
She told us with much animation, "Last night I grew a mich! I'm growing more mich's and mich's everyday!" Of course Zach jumped in there and corrected her but luckily it didn't sour her upbeat mood and she continued telling us about how many "mich's" high she was growing :)
Later in the evening, Mariah gave me another chuckle as she was discussing her height.
She told us with much animation, "Last night I grew a mich! I'm growing more mich's and mich's everyday!" Of course Zach jumped in there and corrected her but luckily it didn't sour her upbeat mood and she continued telling us about how many "mich's" high she was growing :)
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
5 ~ Sarah's Savvy Savings ~
Need a rag to clean up those spills?
Take any old t-shirt(that you don't wear anymore) and cut it into the size rag you want! What a great way to recycle those t-shirts with holes and stains!
Thank you Andrew Spooner for todays Savvy Savings idea!
Take any old t-shirt(that you don't wear anymore) and cut it into the size rag you want! What a great way to recycle those t-shirts with holes and stains!
Thank you Andrew Spooner for todays Savvy Savings idea!
The Top Ten Reasons I Do Not Want a Repeat of Last Week!
1. The back door on my van broke
2. Realized the windsheild on my van leaks significantly!
3. Got a scratch on my eye resulting in having to wear glasses until it heals.
4. Had a severe allergic reaction to the Cipro eye drops the doctor gave me for the scratch on my eye! Since I'm not brave enough to use the new drops he gave me, I am going to wear the glasses longer than the original 7 days; hoping for just another week. I feel like I'm looking through binoculars. Can't wait to wear contacts again!
5. Found out I have Rosacea. A rash on my face that isn't really cureable :(
6. Discovered that Josiah(my 7 month old) more likely than not has Latex-Fruit Syndrome-Yes, there is such a thing! I will be getting him into the doctor to verify this as soon as I feel better.
7. Discovered the itching I've been getting along my jaw-line is from being allergic to bananas! It seems like it is common to develop this allergy after a pregnancy.
8. Jerry refused to stay at school so we had to bring him back home (he is autistic and once he makes up his mind about something there's no changing it, although we did spend an hour trying!).
9. Spent three hours at Urgent Care to find out...
10. I have pharyngitis. I'm still miserable and waiting for the antibiotics to work!
2. Realized the windsheild on my van leaks significantly!
3. Got a scratch on my eye resulting in having to wear glasses until it heals.
4. Had a severe allergic reaction to the Cipro eye drops the doctor gave me for the scratch on my eye! Since I'm not brave enough to use the new drops he gave me, I am going to wear the glasses longer than the original 7 days; hoping for just another week. I feel like I'm looking through binoculars. Can't wait to wear contacts again!
5. Found out I have Rosacea. A rash on my face that isn't really cureable :(
6. Discovered that Josiah(my 7 month old) more likely than not has Latex-Fruit Syndrome-Yes, there is such a thing! I will be getting him into the doctor to verify this as soon as I feel better.
7. Discovered the itching I've been getting along my jaw-line is from being allergic to bananas! It seems like it is common to develop this allergy after a pregnancy.
8. Jerry refused to stay at school so we had to bring him back home (he is autistic and once he makes up his mind about something there's no changing it, although we did spend an hour trying!).
9. Spent three hours at Urgent Care to find out...
10. I have pharyngitis. I'm still miserable and waiting for the antibiotics to work!
Saturday, May 2, 2009
4 ~ Sarah's Savvy Savings ~
Need a scrubby-pad for your pots and pans?
Save the mesh bag your lemons come in. Tie the bag inside itself and you will have the perfect scrubby to get off all those tough stains! The best part! It comes free with your lemons!
Thank you Karen Spooner for todays Savvy Savings idea!
Save the mesh bag your lemons come in. Tie the bag inside itself and you will have the perfect scrubby to get off all those tough stains! The best part! It comes free with your lemons!
Thank you Karen Spooner for todays Savvy Savings idea!
Friday, May 1, 2009
Autism: Finding the Connection
What Does a Banana, Jacket, Backpack, Home and School Have in Common?
My son Jeremiah, who has autism, must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed this morning! Somehow the banana I gave him for snack at school got split open before it even landed itself in its proper place inside Jerry’s backpack! I found his banana lying on the floor, not in his backpack. I put it in a baggie for him and into his backpack. I quickly found out that bananas in baggies are unacceptable! Jerry was furious that I would think this was an appropriate response to his “broken” banana dilemma! Jerry insisted on a new one. “Broken food” has always been an issue with Jerry and today would be no different. I didn’t have a “fixed” banana to give him so we left for my mom’s with the “broken” banana in tow and a very angry Jerry.
The days schedule included garage saling until lunch, eating lunch, seeing Jerry off to school and more garage saling. We left for the sales right away, and Jerry forgot about his banana and was doing quite well. That is until it came time to for him to get ready to catch the bus. Jerry became very upset that he didn’t have his jacket with him. It really wasn’t very cold and he had been fine all morning with out it, but he became insistent that he was going to freeze without it. I can’t make a jacket appear out of thin air so I tried to reason with Jerry. On this particular day, there would be no reasoning with him. The bus pulled up and Jerry was still standing shoulders up, arms straight down at his sides, fists clenched, head down, and totally refusing to budge from the garage. I lead him down to the bus hoping the pressure of his peers watching his display would change his tune. That wasn’t going to happen today! I physically put him on the bus, but could not convince him to stay. The bus driver also tried his hand at talking Jerry into finding a seat. Three times Jerry stormed off the bus and I calmly placed him back on hoping with all hope that he would go with the flow! Finally, I decided Jerry really wasn’t going to amuse me. Besides, the bus driver needed to get going. In defeat, I told the bus driver I would drive him to school. I managed to get him in my mom’s car and off we went to school. Jerry growled and stated his opinions very loudly the entire drive to school. I got Jerry out of the car and walked into the school with Jerry following as far behind as he could. He walked little tiny baby steps but we managed to get to his classroom. Then, he put his brakes on full force! Nothing I said or did would convince him to step foot into that classroom. He continually told me he wanted his backpack which he had refused to bring with him. His substitute teacher made a few attempts at getting Jerry to join her which also failed. I finally walked back out to the car with Jerry following behind. In despair, I asked my mom, “what do I do now!?” We decided perhaps he would stay if she took him in. I stayed out in the car with my other children and waited, and waited, and waited. After about an hour, my mom and, guess who? Yep, Jerry! came back out to the car. My mom relayed Jerry’s antics to me. Apparently, Jerry kicked, screamed, hid under desks, and pounded his fists at anyone trying to help. Jerry had dug in his heals and was not going to stay at school. The whole time he was demanding to be taken back home. The assistant to the principal (the principal was not available), finally, told my mom to take Jerry home because they could not handle him. In the car he went, to join us for the rest of our garage saling plans. Guess what we heard from him the rest of the day! “Take me back to school! I want to go to school!”
So what does a banana, jacket, backpack, home and school have in common? Absolutely nothing! That is unless you have autism. I'm sure for Jerry they have some sort of connection. As for me, I will always remember the day they all caused Jerry to have a meltdown!
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