Possibly the worst weekend of my life.
My crappy weekend started out with Pudd'n distroying at least a hundred dollars worth of his DVDs for reasons only known to him.Then Sat we packed up lots of snacks, beverages and his portable DVD player to take to Aunt Selma's. She was hosting the usual "family Thanksgiving" at her club house. We love going there, it is the one place were Steve and I usally can sit and relax while Pudd'n plays in the pool. I was looking forward to eating my self in to a food coma and then take a dip in the pool with my son. It was not ment to be.
We were there for a total of half an hour. I had gone in side to cut Steve some cake, he wanted dessert first. As I came out I could tell something was wrong by the look on his face.
Pudd'n had shit in the pool.
And not just a little floater. Nope, big ol' shit and it was dissolving fast at the bottom of the pristine pool. Steve and I were mortified to say the least. He quickly got Aunt Selma and she tried to assure us it was "no big deal". To us it is.
Her mobile home managers are gracious enough to let us park there during the summer so we have an easy access to the beach and we don't have to feed meters. We swim in that pool on a regular basis too. This past summer they have had a problem with vandals and the pool. So bad that at one time they had to drain the pool to clean it.
And now my son takes a huge crap in it. As the managers came to rope off the pool we left. We were horrified and embarassed. I could not stop crying. It just hits you at times that this is all there is going to be in this life. Big dissapointments and lots of them. No matter what we do or how much money we spend, Pudd'n is just not going to emerge from autism. My son is going to have to live in a group home when we become too old to take care of him any more. My heart is breaking. Who is going to love my son when I'm dead? Why hasn't any thing we've done helped him???