...After a very disappointing experience, we gave AMC Theaters another try and attended a second, sensory-friendly showing of Monsters U yesterday. My blog post landed in the hands on a senior manager, and after a phone call yesterday, we were open to giving the experience another try. I still think that the staff and management of AMC could benefit from education on how to be meet the needs of a special needs crowd, but on the whole, the experience went well. The movie started right on time, and the few families there seemed happy and comfortable with the setting.
|Uncle PJ Wants YOU!|
...On that note, we found a good marriage counselor to try and guide us through this mess we've made. It's our second attempt- the first therapist we tried was not a good match. And by not a good match I mean a total fruitcake, God love her. I was tempted, in the name of being a petulant brat, to just go with it, but maturity prevailed and I remembered that this was too important. Some research and phone calls later we had a new name and about 10 minutes into the session, we realized this was a much better fit. Now, the real work begins. I don't envy this poor guy- a couple of stubborn jerks like us should have him regretting his degree in about 3 sessions!
|This face. I die.|
...PJ has been very into acting out stories with his trains. Much of it is what he sees from watching Thomas the Train, but some seems to be out of his imagination. He will set up his trains on the bench to our kitchen table and act out a story that always ends up with the train hanging precariously off the edge of the bench and PJ yelling "OH NO! THE TRAIN!!". Problem is, he often likes to get under the train to see it fall off the edge and doesn't always get his face out from under it in time, which has resulted in a lot of trains to the face. Sigh.
...Despite only being able to communicate in sound bites, I feel kind of good about this past week. It was emotional, of course, and I haven't always held my tongue in a manner that would make me proud (ahempsychobitch), but PJ got through his first week of extended school year beautifully and had an amazing July 4th weekend. The apartment isn't perfect, but it's not a mess. Laundry is done. I even met a few other goals this week (more on that later). My marriage is a mess, but all I can do is pick up and try to be the strongest me possible. That way, I bring the goods to the table as a parent, as a friend, as a wife/daughter/sister/person. Deep breaths, one day at a time.
Here we go.