It was a he\\ of a morning! Manster had insomnia so I let him sleep in a little bit since I didn't have to rush out to daycare and work. I had the funeral of my friend's nephew today. The daycare called to say they were leaving to the field trip at 8:30, which was in five minutes. The field trips NEVER leave that early. But since manster had the stomach flu Monday and we didn't get the flyer I got caught having to plan on the fly. Not exactly a good way for an aspie to start their day. The group was going to a "carnival" at the local community college. Manster cried and pleaded that he would so much rather go to a funeral than a carnival and insisted I take him. I couldn't. He's too young to deal with that kind of heavy grieving (unless of course it was a personal tragedy for him in which case there is no choice). He would ask a thousand questions about why this boy took his life and I didn't want him to go there. He was such a mess, calling me names and begging to be rescued from the field trip. This was about as bad as they get and it was horrible. He even took my phone to call grandma who was willing to take him but 1. I was already to the carnival and running late to the funeral at this point and 2. I wanted him to work through this so he could work on coping skills and know that he could do it. During this 40 minutes meltdown I was extorted into agreeing to buy him a new (used) DS game and pick him up early. Of course when I picked him up at 2:15 he was fine and had a great time but I was on the hook for the game. On the way to pick it up he told me I might want to be aware that this gig worked out pretty well for him and not only did he have fun at the carnival, he also got a bonus and this could work well in the future. I guess on the good side I can use this experience as a reminder next time he experiences this level of anxiety about an event. The funeral was profoundly sad and I am exhaused on many levels. Looking forward to bed and glad that tomorrow is another day!