5:30 am. – Phoebe awakens and asks for breakfast.  I do not oblige.  She calls me a b*tch.  Then as I wait patiently- she falls back asleep in her bed.

6:30 am. – Phoebe knocks on my wall until I wake up.  She screams at me that I am mean and awful.  She decides to yell so loudly that I’m sure the neighborhood can hear her.  She is purposely trying to wake Brendan.  She decides to lay on my floor with her feet pounding on the ground.  I finally get up and yell at her to go back to bed.  She won’t.

7:00 am.  Phoebe lays in her room until now, and then gets up and has THAT look.  She looks at me and starts a major meltdown.  Screaming and calling me names, laying on the floor, banging her head in the hall.  She follows me in to the kitchen where she flops on the floor and continues yelling nonsense, and finally waking Brendan.

7:30 am.  Phoebe goes back to bed until 8:30.  She gets up and wants more food.  I give her a normal breakfast, and 10 minutes later she wants a snack.  I say no.  She starts screaming again. This last for 20 minutes.

9:30 am. Phoebe gets up and begins to badger me about showering and what the plan is.  I give her the plan.  She is on my case every moment.  I finally shower and we run our errands.  (10 ish)

10:30 am.  Grocery shopping at meijers.  Phoebe is grabbing nearly every thing she can think of.  She wants pretzels, she wants bread, and apples.  These things are fine.  She grabs markers – and I say no.  (we have 500) Then we forget something – and she refuses to go back.  She yells at me in the store.  I tell her she will not get lunch if she yells.  She calms enough to get us out of the store.

11:30 am.  We have lunch and then everyone watches tv, and stays quiet for a while.  Phoebe decides to lay in her room and watch tv.  She doesn’t sleep- just rests.

12:30 pm.  Phoebe starts to ask what we will do next.  We say let’s swim.  We all get ready and get in the pool.  Phoebe won’t leave Brendan alone.  Grabbing him, telling him to hurry…and touching his head every 5 seconds.  He screams at her–she screams back.  Phoebe is spitting water at everyone in the pool.  I ask her to not do that- she continues.  She is on the path to tick me off today.  She decides to grab at us at every chance she gets.  Unbelievable.

1:45 pm. We all get out of the pool.  Brendan wants to make money so he cleans the garage while phoebe throws chalk at him and sits in the driveway.  She comes in and asks what we are doing now. I tell her we can watch the Tigers or swim more.  She decides to watch the Tigers.  She screamsevery time  anyone does anything.  My head may explode.

2:45 pm.  We finish watching the Tigers- and then Phoebe starts messing with the dog.  She is following him around and poking him.  He is not amused.  He just sits by me hoping she will stop.  I yell at her to go to her room.  She refuses and lays on the floor.  I go over and quietly ask her to be nice and get up.  She does.

3:00 pm We watch a movie and then decide to do laundry.  She helps get the clothes in and out.  She helps fold.  She is happy.

4:00 pm.  We leave to go pick up my nephew.  She has to know where we are going and which way we will go.  How long will it take?  Are we going to pick him up now, or later, here or there, is he staying all night?  Are we getting slurpees?  Should you get gas?  Which way will we go home?

5:00 pm.  We finally get home and kids decide to go swim.  I am taking my 5 minutes of quiet to write this.

This is one of those days–one of those days I’d like bedtime to come soon.  #autism. #summer.  #omg.

So much unpredictability.  So much stress.  Will this get easier?  September…where are you?