How to go Out With a Bang

Sha BLAM!

Now, this is a story.

We have had our blogs and our times together and it has been the most stable relationship I've ever known.  And here is how  we flow:
 

We have spoken a bit about autism, a bit about school and a bit about the kids.  Yes?  So far, everyone has all their phalanges in place. Terrific.  I love my children, and I love my blog, but of course I have not a freaking clue on how to raise these little shits appropriately.  I give it my best, and I do it with fanfare, and lemme tell you, everyone has their opinion.

You know the players.  You know the game.  Here we go.  It's about a rice cake.


Of course it is about a rice cake. Hello.  Anyone, been paying attention to random pants over here?

I was recently told by several naysayers  that perhaps I was not doing the best job raising my kids.  Of course.  I can only do what I know, but there was some tension about  my not disciplining the only boy in the sea of women.  It is extremely difficult to gauge when to be stern and when to be tolerant.  Slap on an order of middle child syndrome  meets the only boy.  Blended Family Yikes.  Well maybe I'll look at the sibs.

What I really want to tell you about is how loud he can be.   We went to the Y's outside pool and played all three kids for hours on end on end on end.  I brought fruit and snacks like the good Mama Bear that I am.  When it's time to go, temper tantrums can be anyone's. 

E's or T's
just not me please. 

WHO IS GOING TO GET THE LAST RICE CAKE.   Mother of god all that is holy, in the world, this last chocolate rice cake is going to deliver us all from evil.

Ted is screaming and screaming at the pool so everyone is looking. I have the rice cakes in my hand.  Ted's voice is so loud and he keeps screaming over and over WHO GETS THE LAST RICE CAKE!

So I am telling him Ted, honey, do you see yourself?  It's a little bit crazy the way you are acting.  It's just a rice cake.

But the wailing continues and continues and continues.  I have no idea what to do except get everyone together  while Ted starts screaming YOU ARE DISRESPECTING ME I HATE YOU.

Jeez, I say, Ted?  This is crazy. please calm down. NONONONONONONO.  Teddy, honey, you are upsetting your sister.  She is crying too now. Teddy looks at Eleanor and screams LEAVE ME ALONE ELEANOR! ELEANOR, LEAVE ME ALONE!!

I JUST WANNA BE LEFT ALONE!!!!!!!

So everyone at the pool knows us, by name, I would think. Nice to meet you.  Capital Q.

I gather up my things and my fruits and my cakes and I say to E, you're okay.  No problem.  We wait for awhile while Ted catches his breath.

And she says, "Yeah, mama. I want rice cake!"

Breathe.   Of course you do.  When older sib has something yummy, baby sib needs to get her own. Here you go.

Except wait. 

pitter patter pitter patter don't you know?

E gives the rice cake to Ted.