Goin' Commando

Early yesterday afternoon, my phone rang. My heart began to race when I heard Braden's teacher on the other end of the line. She's a pro, and she let me know immediately that there wasn't an emergency. And exhale!

Braden had a bit of a toileting accident (which is unusual, I'm blessed to say). It seems that in all of the chaos of moving, I had overlooked sending in a spare set of clothes. She was calling to let me know that they had put him in a pull-up they had on hand, and that he seemed to be tolerating it okay. I told her that I expected he would but asked if she needed me to bring a change of clothes over to the school (even though I really, really didn't want to go).

She said it was no big deal; she really just wanted to touch base so I wasn't confused or concerned when he got home. She was still dancing around something, I could tell, so I countered with, "Well, if anything changes and you need me to bring underwear or shorts, I can." She answered that if I didn't mind, if he wanted the pull-up off they could just pull the shorts back up and send him home that way.

See, sometimes this life is funny! She didn't just come right out and ask, but she wanted to be sure that I wouldn't freak out if he came home commando. And this isn't even the most awkward conversation on record about B. (Hands down that would be about him rubbing himself on tables and chairs in his 3rd grade classroom, but those issues are a whole other post).

I assured her that I was fine with that solution. Maybe because I'm lazy and didn't want to drive the 2 miles to his school. Maybe because I've learned to treasure my downtime. But the reason I gave for my permission was that whatever she sent him home in, it would be better than what I'd gotten him to wear around here all weekend.

We both had a good laugh. This stuff is real. Sometimes it's even really funny. But you have to choose to find the humor in it. That's how I get through my emotions on most days; I choose to laugh. (Though I'm also the first to admit that the special needs life has warped my sense of humor).