Another Autistic Appointment

So anyway.

I am not sure what it is with driving and anxiety and autism and whatever.

But about a month ago, my sweet Ted had a terrif appointment that I was supposed to drive  him to: 35 minutes, 17 miles, what have you.

He was going to get "evaluated" and I had spent ten man hours putting together all of his paperwork. The IEP, the school psych diagnoses, his medical records from Einstein and even his birth certificate, Everything..  All these papers were in my lap and Teddy was in his booster seat as we jetted off to meet his Analyzer.

Guess what? I have a Garmin GPS, a Tomtom GPS, the blueprints of every highway,  the ghost of Ferdinand Magellan, and a magic eight ball that reads Ask Again Later. I got off the highway and knew I was lost.  Immediately.  So actually not "lost" because to get lost you have to actually work. You have to drive/walk/fidget around aimlessly. You have to have "circumstances",

What I did was - I took a wrong turn and called myself out RIGHT THERE.    A little different. Unfortunately the Exxon Station that I plowed into for directions had no idea where Park Ave was... they literally said, never heard of it.  Being a New Yorker, I was like um.... really?

So at this point the drs office is calling my phone and asking where are you? But I am driving and I cannot

get the phone out of my purse
connect the call on my phone
listen to beyotchy receptionists ask me where I am

Cause when I am driving I have to like concentrate on the driving part.  So what happens is, we miss the appointment because I can't get there on time.  Travesty.    And sweet Ted has his little Spiderman crocs on, feet up against the seat.  I am crying.  And Ted is all, it's cool mom.

So I go anyway to drop off the mounds of paperwork.  Oh and by the way in order to find it I did have to open a closet to Narnia, hum the tune to the Twilight Zone and polish off an emerald amulet.  I am hoping that once they see me CRYING and the cuteness of Ted they will take us anyway. No such luck.  Remade the appointment for October 21.

Not kidding when I tell you we left at three and got back home at nine pm.