Find your happy place

There are many occasions in life when is next to impossible to do the right thing. If you are forced to act in a manner in which you would prefer not to, then it’s a good idea to find a method of keeping your cool.

Some people are naturally calm, unflappable, no matter what life throws at them. They are people that I greatly admire but other lesser mortals, such as myself, are more easily ruffled.

Around here, a frequent occasion pops up in the form of car travel. The car has long been an aversive experience for the boys, but they have developed their own coping mechanism, namely circular little ditties and noises that help calm them. These phrases are not calming to either the driver, nor other passengers. For long journeys we have different strategies but for short trips it’s merely a case of grin and bare it. It is essential to concentrate upon the art of driving, remain unflustered and resolute.

We drive to the restaurant, a party of seven, with the boys independently perseverating in their own unique ways.
“Shut up already!” bleats my daughter, sandwiched between the pair of them.
“Don’t worry dear, we’re nearly there, just tune it out.”
“But I can’t,” she wails.
“Just take yourself to your happy place and lock the door.”
“But I don’t have a happy place.”
“Everyone has a happy place you just have to find yours, remember?”
“I can’t think about anything with all this din, it’s torture.”
“I think your current happy place would be a barrel full of darling Webkinz, up to your neck in them, all soft and fluffy……muffling the sound. You just need to imagine pulling the lid down over your head, turn the key in the lock……or are you too old for Webkinz now?”
“I can’t I just can’t.”
“Yes dear?” Ooo a chink in the chain, a brief pause.
“Dya wanna know where is being my happy place?” This, though he didn’t appear to be listening, seemed to be tuned out.
“Ooo yes please!”
“In dah jungle wiv all my Spore friends.”
“Ah. Of course.”
“Yes dear, where’s your happy place then?”
“Er… happy place is…….nest.”
“Ooo of course. How you love eggs still.”
“No……not eggs…… games.”
“Sounds a bit uncomfortable and pokey to me!”
“Heaven mom, pure heaven!”

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p.p.s. it is, of course, a very polite letter.

Cheers dears

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  1. Niksmom:

    Poor thing! Did she ever find her happy place??

  2. Kajoli:

    LOL – on the nest of video games
    I can so see R saying that some day

  3. bonbon momma:

    I am always amazed at what my son hears when he appears to not be listening. It’s almost scary because of what comes out of my mouth sometimes. I pray he never feels the need to tell my mother in law some of the things I have said.

  4. Crystal Jigsaw:

    I think we should all have a happy place. The world could be a happier place if we did.

    CJ xx

  5. maryt/theteach:

    We all deserve a happy place! You, me, everyone! :) Maddy I’m putting your little fish badge up on my blog! :)

  6. Leanne:

    Poor girl. I hope she found her happy place. Mine involves books and comfy slippers.

  7. Kathleen:

    There are days that I spend so much time in my happy place-I could furnish it.

  8. Jazz:

    How I love your stories. Every time you leave me a comment, I comment here. Thing is, I read but most of the time I just don’t know what to say. Your experience is so out of my radar – not only do I have no autistic children, i have no children at at all – it ain’t even funny. I seriously don’t know how you do it. You are my hero Maddy. Seriously, you so damn rock.

  9. osh:

    I hope your girl found her place…