he went out this pm to 'buy the lottery'. now the dead giveaway was that he walked. he NEVER walks. plus he didn't want to take one or other of the kids with him.
so i knew he was going to end up in the pub. i knew it was his intention when he left, and was mildly annoyed that he was trying to be sneaky. ffs he's a grown man! if he wants to go to the pub he shuold just say M2PW, i'm off down the pub.
anyway, he phoned me. "i was dangerously close to the pub hurhurhur, so i thought i'd phone you. that's better than just going and not phoning isn't it"
so i told him thanks but i already knew when he left where he was going to end up.
he tells me he is going to have 'one pint' and see me shortly. 5pm.
anyway, time comes to put the kids to bed (half an hour ago) of course he's not back, but i knew he wouldn't be. problem is, ds2 has pulled the curtains down and ds1 is in full meltdown about it. FULL meltdown.
you can't reason with him, can't stop or distract him, can't do anything in fact but ride it out (those with autistic kids with know what i mean)
i can't put them back up and in despairation i ring dh to ask - nay, beg him to pop home and put the curtains up - bear in mind pub is at the bottom of the street!
he says no.
so i am left with a child in meltdown when he could have popped back home and put the curtains back and been back in the pub behind his pint in 10 minutes.
was it really that much to ask?
ds1 is still off on one, i have had to go and rescue ds2 and leave ds1 going at it. he'll be like this for hours now. and
oh and i ended the call with dh by saying "oh thanks, thanks a lot" and bashing the receiver down repeatedly against the base before replacing it
and theres a casserole in the oven for him that might find itself with one or two bonus ingredients.