Ryan’s Saturday started out well enough. He had some anxiety in the morning about having time to eat toast and play after taking a quick bath, but he settled down quickly and held mostly still while I wet and lathered and rinsed him. He enjoyed it when Dan’s grandparents came over to visit, and when we all went out to Applebee’s for lunch. He didn’t mind waiting in the car with my 16 year old brother while Alyssa and I went inside Target to pick up a pack of soda, some provolone cheese, and a prescription for my brother. And when we first arrived at my mother’s apartment building and headed into a small community room for my 14 year old brother’s birthday party, he was okay.
But it all went downhill after that. We left the party by 4:30pm, because Ryan just couldn’t handle it. It wasn’t loud, there weren’t a lot of people (besides him and Alyssa, my two brothers, my mom, and myself, it was my mother’s ex-husband’s wife and her six year old son, and my mother’s friends B and M and their three teenage children), but he kept flipping out left and right. Meltdowns galore. Nothing could really soothe him, other than me quietly playing some reading and word games with him on his iPad – and then the battery died. I carry a spare iPod cable in the car, but no wall charger. Gah.
Tomorrow I’m going to purposely make it a quiet, at-home day, so Ryan can have a chance to settle down in time for school on Monday.
My name is Jenn, and I'm 27 years old. I'm happily married to my best friend and soulmate, Daniel. Together we have a seven year old daughter named 
Name: Alyssa
Name: Ryan
