Yesterday I had one of those "Why me?" moments. Every parent of a special needs kiddo has had them. Heck, I suspect every parent has had them!
That moment when you think, "Why does this crap always happen to me?"
Obviously, Alan broke his arm a little over two weeks ago. Alan is a climber. We've kept him inside as much as possible since he had the cast put on in an effort to minimize his climbing.
Yesterday afternoon I heard a loud crash from the basement. He had attempted to climb the shelves in our storage room. But those shelves were not meant to hold up a 170 pound kid.
Over the years, he has climbed so many things it isn't funny. DH has covered many of our pipes and wires in our mostly unfinished basement with plywood in an effort to protect them.
We have installed grip bars near many of Alan's favorite climbing spots in the basement. For years, we kept him out of the storage room and the work room with keyed locks but lately he just wasn't climbing where he wasn't supposed to climb ... much. So we started leaving the doors unlocked.
Then he broke his arm and we started keeping him inside. Apparently those sensory needs are building and he's started climbing the walls ... literally.
When I was growing up, my mom used to say, "I'd say I was paying for the sins of my youth, but I don't remember having that much fun."
Well, unfortunately, I did have that much fun. And I'm paying ...