Today was my dad’s 50th birthday. The plan was that dad would come over about 11am, we go to see Epic in the cinema in the afternoon and then home and my dad would leave before dinky went to bed so that he could go out for the evening.
In my dads own words
“Well, she gave me a memorable 50th!” (As he escaped at 5.30pm)
The day didn’t start too badly. Dinky was up messing about and playing the silly morning games we play, (tickle time, jump on mummy, catch me if you can and who can have the quilt). She had breakfast and was a pickle getting dressed. I rememinded her it was grandad’s birthday and she helped me put up the ‘THE BIG 50’ banners. We made my dad some monsters university cupcakes as birthday cake and Dinky had to get dresed again as she managed to get icing all down her clothes.
When my dad came dinky was in over excited mood. She was almost literally bouncing off the walls. My dad was not helping matters by winding her up.
My dad and I have this long standing thing where I take the micky because he is getting old. Obviously being 27, having a dad that is 50 is in no way old. However oldhabits die hard, he is my father so the 50th birthday presents (other than the samsung galaxy tab I purchased along with his camera lens for his SLR), reflected the joke.
Dinky thought it was hilarious as he was sat with an inflatable zimmer frame to practice on and some joke big ears to help him as he is hard of hearing.
Once we were out she was ok. She was fine during lunch and then was fine going into the cinema. I had gone over and over the routine of the day as I believe she needs to know what is coming.
During the film she wanted to go and play and I said no. So she buried her head in my back and had her hands over her ears. I sat her on my lap and asked if she wanted me to hold her ears. She nodded. She then sat through the rest of the film with no issues, as I was muffling the noise.
The film was ok, but not as good as I thought it would be.
Dinky wanted to play a game while we waited for the cab and my dad to have a smoke. They were all broken apart from a shoot em up. Dinky was holding the gun and shooting at the screen. I tried to get her out so that we could get the cab but she didn’t want to.
I hadnt put the wrist reins on her and she ran. She got hold of a bag of sweets and ripped them open, they went all over the floor… my dad lifted her up and got her out of the cinema. The cab was taking an age. Dinky went into full meltdown mode. She was kicking and screaming and trying to run off. When the cab eventually turned up, my dad had to wrestle her into the back of it. She didn’t want to go back to the cinema because it was too loud but she didn’t want to leave either. She didn’t know what she wanted. At first it was me trying to get her to sit down, then my dad took over. The cab driver was telling Dinky how naughty she was.
I said that this was not a kiddies tantrum. He asked if she wanted a sweet. I told him that no amount of sweets or drinks or bribary could stop this meltdown. We just needed to get home and I would appreciate it if her could just concentrate on driving.
Meanwhile Dinky was trying to climb out of the window, she opened the door, she head butt and spat at my dad, who was trying to stop her spitting all over the car.
Once we got home I ran and opened the door for my dad to get dinky in and then apologised to the cab driver and paid up.
When we got in dinky was just spitting everywhere. My dad offered her a drink, some cake, some sweets. I had to tell him to stop as she wasn’t going to stop for a milky bar!
She carried on trashing the place and then I had to stop her as she was throwing her wooden chairs around. It was then that I had to try and keep her in one place. She was shouting by this point that I didn’t love her.
I was so hurt.
I lifted her up and took her to her room so she could throw her toys wround with much less chance of brakages.
After a while I opened the door and gave her a hug. It seems that if she has gotten to the point of accepting a hug then the worst is over with.
I brought her downstairs where she sat on me for a bit. She still seemed very tense. She then saw the new Gelli Baff boxes we received yesterday and asked for a gelli baff. So I let her. My bathroom looked like a red jelly had exploded, but when she got out she was back to calm.
She had some pasta for dinner and then happily had a bath.
While she was in the bath my dad and I spoke briefly. He said he had looked into PDA and was sorry. He said that dinky had given him a memorable 50th. Just before I got her out he left.
I had to dry and dress her but it was better than her kicking off again.
She watched a little t.v and then went up to watch netflix on her tab.
I am exhusted. Dinky seems to just be getting worse. She has never kicked off like that in a cab and never straight from the cinema, which she has been a couple of times last month with her special needs group.