Oh how time flies when you're having fun!
This week at Camp Mom we had Vivian's friends over one after the other. They did great but Mr. Carter was having a multitude of struggles and was horrible. At one point Nan and I had to physically remove him from the pool. The other children were huddled on the other side and he was the offender. Yeah, time to get out.
The psychiatrist took him off his current med since things are going down hill. We will see what is to come on that note.
We did our usual Library and grocery shopping bit. Played in the pool obviously.
This weekend was our district convention and Grandma came to visit and help hold down the fort.
(Grandma with the Grandkids, even the fur baby!)
It went well given the make up of our group. Okay so Mr. Carter had an autism melt down where he proceeded to hit and bite his father with on lookers. We were wedged in the middle of the row and just could not move him because when you pick him up in that state he is going to hit, punch, kick and so forth and everyone around would have taken a hit to the head. Any who... after that he made a recovery and did okay. I mean how well would you do with a mega med coming out of your system, 10000 people around you, lights, noise, and the autism spectrum?
We feel spiritually refreshed despite it all!