Hurricane Irene graced us with her presence today. Squeaker, Big Guy, and I evacuated to my parents’ house. I expected that our power would go out and my breastmilk would go bad, and I didn’t want to have both the kids stuck in our house with no AC. The Manager stayed and held down the fort, though. He is still without power. The power went out at my parents’ house this morning and is back on as of this evening.
Thankfully, no damage was done to our house. My parents’ house has some minor damages and some trees down. But we faired better. Just the power is still out there and we’re not sure when it will be restored.
I have to say. I expected Squeaker to have some difficulty with the event and with the change in routine, but he’s done pretty well here. At daycare, he’s struggled because new workers have come in with the start of the school year and he has been having lots of potty accidents. But I guess I’m just able to figure out what motivates him and get him to go potty here regardless. He did have a couple accidents here, but it’s okay. He only had a few meltdowns and they were minor in comparison to what we’ve dealt with the past month. Biting his knee and screaming. That’s all.
Squeaker is missing his Daddy though. I’m going home tomorrow regardless of the status of our power. I’ll dump ice over my milk if I have to. I miss his daddy too. And home. My own bed. And I’m fond of our routine as well. We need to get back to it. I’m just hoping our car ride home won’t be too horrible. It’s normally a two hour drive. And neither of the kids are great with the drive. I’m going to try to plan it around normal nap time and hope for the best. Hopefully the drive won’t be lengthened by bad traffic or flooded roads.
I do have to say…I can definitely see the genetic lines through with the autism has run. You want to get some real traits to come out? Sit in a room with someone with autism after the power has gone out and while damage is being done due to a hurricane. Autism wasn’t diagnosed so much back in my parents’ time. But I swear my dad is on the spectrum somewhere. I love him. He’s my dad. But there are definitely some compulsions there. He doesn’t like things to change. He gets fixated on things. He’s extremely repetitive.
So he’s bound and determined to use this battery back while the power it out to run this little TV throughout the storm. And poor Mom just wants to charge up her cell phone, but that totally makes NO SENSE to him. I mean, why would you want to charge your cell phone when there’s a perfectly good TV running? Mom says he’s got to have the noise. He can’t just sit in peace. So he’s going back and forth between this TV he’s running through the battery pack and the analog TV he’s running using the eight batteries he’s searched the house for. I mean, you can’t get picture on the analog TV, but it runs much like a radio. No picture. Just the noise.
Oh yeah. Fun times. We got some good, quality TV time in. And now that the power is back on, we’re watching the newest Star Trek movie, which I’m pretty sure we somehow manage to watch every time I come to visit. I have to admit, it is a pretty good movie. And pretty soon, if I pay attention, I’ll be able to quote it word-for-word.
Anyhow. We’ll be back home tomorrow. Hopefully without incident. And our routine will probably still be disrupted. And Squeaker will probably not be too happy if the power is still out and I cannot put on at least one episode of Sesame Street. But we’ll manage. And hopefully power will be restored soon. Life will go on, beyond the storm. I’m just glad that we’ve all made it through and none of my family or friends suffered any huge losses (at least, none reported yet).