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what an incredible likeness this is of me.
That all happened in the summer session. Starting in the fall, we lost the ride-along aid and gained a new kid. So now there was no aid, 3 autistic kids, and one nasty beeyotch of a driver.
Overnight the SUV became a 3-ring circus: kiddie music on the CD player, DVD's playing overhead, and a huge basket-full of the worst of the worst 18-month old electronic stim toys. I was liv.id. but thought that maybe the new kid needed those things and I didn't say anything at first. At this point the construction was still going on, and the commute was an hour each way. Meaning that my kid is stimming on this shit day in and day out for 2 hours a day.
My first call to her superiors was placed when I made the trip to Audrey's school myself, realized that the construction was over, and made the trip in 1/2 the time. Ms. Smart T. Pants was still taking surface streets the whole way. After the requisite confrontation with her, Audrey did start getting home much earlier.
BUT now this had the very effect that I had warned her about in the first place when she filled the car with all of her bullshit. Audrey started getting all weepy when she was dropped off at the end of the day. OK, I know I'm a lunatic, but she is still usually happy to see me. She was blathering on about balloons and cats and parties and paprika. Wait. Paprika? I asked Nastypants if she knew what she was on about, and she just shrugged as if to say "Who ever knows WTF these whack-jobs are spewing out their pieholes?"
Turns out that Audrey was referring to stuff in a Blue's Clues DVD. Now that the ride was shorter, she wasn't getting to see a certain scene at the end. PREE-EFFING-CISELY my point in the first place. I had it out with her big time right in the middle of my driveway, reminding her in the least polite way possible that this is exactly what I had warned her of. And she says "But I show them the same DVD every morning and every afternoon every single day". She says this in her defense.
So now I gotta put the toothpaste back in the tube. I write a social story for Audrey about how she's not always going to be able to see the end of the video, blah blah blah. And the next day when the car comes, Crazy McBitchington has yanked everything out of the car. Cold turkey. That's right, get 'em addicted to something they didn't need in the first place, cut off their supply, send them into withdrawal convulsions, and then claim victory. "See, I told you they needed it." Nicely done.
On the upside, it was one less Christmas gift I had to buy.