Worrying and Wonderful!

Amarissa is worrying. It’s like she’s regressing cognitively even though she is the wisest and most perceptive, most aware of all my children. Her oldest siblings have been quiet, only when I sat them down and asked if they really believe I’m a happy wife like my biggest girl had said, that they then erupted with all the issues they’ve noticed over the years. “Now that you mention it…” was the refrain when I’d ask things like, “How does your father talk to me?”

Amarissa is the opposite. She’s so aware of her father’s sins that she sadly even makes up sins that match what he already is guilty of. For example, he is not respectful of my team of helpers-cleaner and Jack of all trades. He doesn’t appreciate how the children bloom with our male driver/aide. He ignores them when they say they like him, or talk about him, or ask if they can call him. This Sunday he ordered me to tell the young man to stop leaving his exercise bike uncovered. I asked why he even thought it was the aide anyway…And of course, it wasn’t. It was our non speaker.

But Amarissa picks up on that and makes up stories that reflect that reality. Yesterday she lied and said Twin A showed their father a photo of herself and our aide, and the father didn’t comment. Except when I asked my girl, she hadn’t showed her father any photo at all.

Now you see why I double check everything she says. She and her brother are liars extraordinaire! But besides the lying, her intellect seems to be slower. Not stagnant, but slower. She takes long to understand simple sentences. You have to say them in an even simpler way. She is very immature. She will want to be on the tablet while her younger sister is perfectly fine watching traffic when in the car. She will constantly want excitement while her sister is content to play silently or read. She acts like a four year old with her “I want” all the time. And because she’s also got that sneaky thing going on that made us think of impulse disorder, she gets her sister to come do the actual asking, thinking I can’t tell, or won’t ask, whose idea it really was. I hate it. It’s a the point where I need her to be in a school as she disturbs our peace every single day, many times a day.

Today, she ran away. She finally got out. I caught her twice before, then Vi caught her yesterday and then today Vi noticed she’d left the room where she’d been sulking and found her four blocks away. When my girl saw she was behind her, she ran away but got tired. I’m glad she’s not fit. She had a destination in mind. A lady who likes them. Except she is a veteran member of the Neighbourhood Watch and knows where we live.😂 But still…There is something off with her. And it’s getting worse. Maybe it’s the stopping the other medicine that’s been causing too much weight gain, I don’t know.

On the other side of today’s coin, they had a lovely time at their first ever Homeschool Art Club session!!🥰🥰🥰They have an aunty who has been looking forward to it and she won’t be disappointed to read my feedback. They and a ball. I’d told her how when I’d looked at the social media, the homeschool club only seemed to have boys. And yep, they do indeed! The teacher said my two were like complete angels compared to some of the boys, and I can believe it! As I was paying, I could hear a boy who just wouldn’t stop talking! Teacher had to raise her voice for him to stop talking and listen.

The girls themselves had fun! The teacher commented to them during class that they help each other so nicely and get along so well, and one boy said that it’s very rare indeed. Instead, when he’s done with art “school”, he gets home and he and his sister start bickering almost immediately. That was so sweet. Homeschool children are just so precious even when super boisterous. The one was like my Twin A when her ADHD meds have worn off or when she hasn’t taken any yet. 😂

I’m just glad they can never be the most challenging unless the two boys don’t pitch up for a lesson.🤭

I explained to their brother who is NOT into art, that I’m sending them because their academic future is unclear. They need to see what physical skills or abilities they have that can be harnessed into a job of some sort one day. (And Twin A is going along for the ride as she’d be jealous if she didn’t join in.) My boy said the only Club he’d attend is one where they teach about different jobs.

So, that is that! I sent my children to their first out of home ‘lesson’ ever and it was awesome. Only five boys ie. Small class, a very passionate teacher, and a good impression. I’m sooo glad they’re so kind to each other and to others. When a boy pretended he was going to throw rolled up paper at Twin A, she told him laughing, “You’re so funny!” Awww.

Today, they began paper machè wolves! Twin A yelled enthusiastically, “That’s my favourite animal!” The teacher told her that her favourite is the fox. It was my big girl who said she was “nervoused” as we were going there. Yeah, I told you her communication is not typical! But once she got into the room, she was right at home and I didn’t have to stay!

The only unhappy one was their little sister who cried and wanted them back home asap. She even got into the car to go fetch them. But let’s shhh about that part. It was WONDERFUL.