Okay. Here is some real talk for all of you parents out there.
I need help. Big time.
I feel like my kids (and my life) is out of control. Let me set the stage for you by describing my afternoon.
In the 15 minutes before my kids got off the bus today I pumped myself up by saying things like, "I am a good mother" to myself. I prayed. I thought of some things we could do this afternoon since I knew playing outside was out of the question on this cold and rainy day. I went to get them off the bus, and they jumped off the bus making farting noises on the back of their hands, blowing spit everywhere and then laughing hysterically. I told them they needed to be done with that before they came inside. They laughed hysterically...not sure if that was at me. They raced into the house, dropping backpacks and jackets on the floor, shoes left exactly where they were kicked off their feet. Then I notice the answering machine blinking.
It was the principal calling to let me know Ryan has lunch detention tomorrow because of out of control behavior at lunch today.
Out of control behavior, you say? What??? My child???
During the course of the afternoon, after many promises from Ryan and Noah that they would be good, they got increasingly more "crazy" as we call it. I mean, they were having a great time, but they were just out of control! At one point Ryan grabbed Noah's head and proceeded to fart on it. Real talk...right here.
By the time Kel got home they had each been sent to their room two times each, and I was frustrated beyond belief. Clearly something is not working..
I realize that part of the problem, if you want to call it that, is that Ryan, who has Aspergers Syndrome, doesn't really have any sort of cognitive understanding of when something goes from being enjoyable and fun to over the top, out of control craziness. He just knows that if someone is laughing at him, for that moment he is being accepted, so he wants it to continue. In many ways this breaks my heart because it is so evident to me that for the most part, he is not accepted by his peers. They laugh and he thinks it's great, keeps on doing it and then gets in trouble.
At home it is the same pattern, only now he has the captive audience of Noah, who loves his big brother and wants to do everything he does...especially if it involves any sort of replication of a bodily function. Seriously. I would say 5 nights out of 7 end up with both of our kids bouncing off the walls, laughing hysterically, yelling, screaming, running around the house like wild animals and me screaming and yelling and crying like another wild animal. I AM NOT EXAGGERATING!
I want my kids to have fun. How do I teach them to have fun but not let things get out of control? Help me!