morning

Amazingly enough, Blake is still asleep. Puppy has been walked.


Blake just walked downstairs.

No plans for the day so far.

ugh

I still can't seem to shake this little event.

Blake and I went to the mall to get him some pants for school because he has pretty much outgrown everything I bought to start the school year. (and because I haven't done laundry)

He did really well in the store, but there were no white shirts for him for school, so I was going to venture out of that store and into the mall, get him a treat for a good store trip and see if we could find another store that might have boys white polo shirts. This mall happens to have a coi pond in the middle of it. The cookies are just a few steps away from the path to the water feature. Blake melted down when he thought he wasn't going to get to see the fish and turtles. I decided that we needed to complete the cookie transaction, and then we could go see the fish and turtles. As Blake was crying on the ground a woman walked by and said, "If that were my kid, I'd slap him."

I said, "He's autistic! Don't be rude!" (note once again I manage to not use any curse words in the heat of the moment)

I got down next to Blake who was then crying because his feelings were hurt and told him that I knew it was hard to wait and that we would go see the fish as soon as he could stand up and walk. We went, watched the fish and turtles for a while, watched a couple of unsupervised kids tormenting them, and then manged to make a transition back to the car to go pick up Jonny for lunch.

I am still feeling shitty about the whole thing, though. Why is it that these episodes are so deeply hurtful to me?