Fun, Fun and More Fun

What was I thinking? The one night I could have taken an Ambien and gotten away with it, I forgot them. I tossed and turned all night. We were up and adam (or is it atom?) at 9:00 for breakfast, Starbucks--and more shopping. Gilroy has 145 Outlet Stores and yesterday we had just scraped the surface. Today we brought it home and power shopped the rest. I found the biggest thrift store in Gilroy that I have ever been to. If it wasn't for the foot-tapping-ten-year-old, I could have stayed there for five hours. I guess I wore him out...We stopped and had a late lunch and on the way home through San Francisco, Jimmy took a little nap. It was a gorgeous day in the city. As we were passing over the Golden Gate Bridge, I mentioned to Jimmy that I had never walked across the bridge--he said, "Either have I, come on, let's do it!" So we did. We were very spontaneous, unlike my usual completely planned-out-self. We parked at the Vista Overlook on the Marin County side and walked across the bridge.It was a fun thing to do with Jimmy. He was so happy and excited that we were both experiencing something like that for the first time. I had bought a pair of new tennis shoes and I hadn't been wearing socks all day--with all the walking, I was starting to get a blister on my little toe. I complained about it to Jimmy and he offered to trade me shoes. We just happen to be the same size. I laughed because the shoes I bought were pink and lime green with flowers and glitter...he said, "No, mom, I'm serious. I'll wear them, I don't care." And he did. He traded me shoes and wore them for the rest of our walk on the bridge. Way to take one for the team. I thought that was such a sweet gesture. What other too-cool-tween boy would offer to wear their mom's pink flowery shoes in public?

We came home and I was so happy to see the Doodle. When I'm away from him, I really miss him. I did pretty well with the feelings of guilt this time. He was pretty happy to see me too, he even put down his Doritos for a big hug and kiss. All night he was really affectionate with me, he kept coming up on my lap and giving me big hugs, patting my back and cooing while he hugged me. Not to brag, but I think we have one of the most affectionate autistic children ever. So for that, I am eternally grateful and blessed. It's nice to know he missed me. And as much fun as we could cram into two days, I'm happy to be home.