It’s like I have nothing to feed it. Knitting has been infrequent. The yellow 501 remains unfrogged and uncertain what to do with itself. I ran out of beads on a pulsewarmer (after I finally got the chart from my mom) and the other pulsewarmer isn’t doing it for me. Granny says the yarn looks dingy.
I nearly blogged last night as I couldn’t sleep. I have been tossing and turning and wrestling internally with an incident with Owen. We went to Splish Splash on late Saturday afternoon. Owen had been there once before with Kevin and loved it. The other two had been there a couple of times too. This was my first trip. The smile on Owen’s face couldn’t have been stretched any bigger. He loved the double tube and even the big family tube. He’s a fabulous swimmer so we tried him out on one where you shoot out into a 10 ft. deep pool. He liked the slide but the drop scared him a bit so it was back to the safety and fun of his beloved double tube. Kevin took the other two kids on the newest attraction. After several runs down his beloved ride we went looking for the rest of the family. Since I could see they were still on line I decided to venture on a new slide with Owen. It was tubeless–like the other–but the water was shallow at the bottom. After I got Owen situated on his slide I went to go on the one next to it–only to be cut by an older woman–in her 50’s! Owen was gone. The woman got to the bottom and panicked and had to be "rescued". The lifeguard at the top, one of their foreign employees, would not let me go–they stopped the ride. Owen was down there–alone. My stomach still flutters when I think of him down there and me screaming and considering punching the lifeguard. He didn’t understand autism. He couldn’t understand that my son couldn’t speak. It felt like an eternity until they finally let me go. Owen only wandered like 10 ft. away…but the look on his face as I stood up there and he looked all around for me. I felt as though I had betrayed his faith in me. I am supposed to take care of him.
On the other ride, Kevin and Gracie went first and met Owen after his turn. I had no business doing this on my own with Owen. Live and learn. If that old lady hadn’t cut it wouldn’t have happened. But still it haunts me. Park attendents did come but really had little sympathy for the situation. Park rules state children under 12 must be accompanied by an adult. They didn’t let me accompany my son. Ugh. It is still just so upsetting.