Mixed Emotions for Little Mix! How we nearly didn’t go to the concert!(blog #13)

Back in May, we surprised the kids with tickets to Little Mix as part of their birthday present (they’re both May babies!).  They were both very excited and for the last few months I’ve heard nothing but how excited they (Ellie) was for the concert.

Fast forward to the night before (Thursday). Ellie had a huge meltdown about how she was going to look rubbish, how she would “look like the donkey” (what!??), how she was going to have her hair – up/down/curly – and which ever way I suggested, it was still going to look rubbish!

Then there was more…. “Are you going to dance?” (Yes Ellie)  “I don’t think you will”.  “Can I dance?”…  “I’m a rubbish singer”… “Shall I sing?”… “My hair is going to look rubbish”…… I zoned out!

Weirdly she said nothing about the crowds and waiting… though I know this was the underlying factor to the anxiety.  There was constant shouting at me of  “I’m excited for Little Mix!”.  I had to resist the urge to shout ‘Tell your face then’ and just replied “Ok babe” but that just got a shout back “Are you excited?”   Well,  right in that moment, no I wasn’t excited.  I really didn’t want to go at all.

Forty-five minutes later and Ellie had finally gone up to bed – crying and mumbling more of the same… and I’m sat with a vodka – on a school night – with work in the morning (I’m hardcore like that 😉 !).  A WhatsApp moan to my best girls and a waffle on my Facebook page and I felt a little better… plus the second vodka was kicking in! (don’t judge).

Next morning… what do you think were the first words I heard?  Yep, you guessed it… “I’m really excited for Little Mix” which would’ve been fine, except it was a moany, shouty noise I heard and not an excitable 12 year old!   Oh god! Here we go again! There was an hour of more of the same – all whilst trying to get us out for the school run and me off to work.  Well, I lasted 45 minutes before I blew my top – which actually could be some kind of a record!  Hubby stayed out of Ellie’s way so as not to add to the anxiety levels!  It’s really not helpful for two parents to lose it!

Later that morning, I hear that the traffic for the the previous night’s gig was horrendous.  Over an hour just to get into the car park, and hours to get out again.  I was really not wanting to go now.  Ellie doesn’t do waiting at the best of times, so this would definitely be meltdown territory.

After much consideration, we came up with the following plan.  Hubby offered to stay at home as he’s not great in traffic either (stressssss head!) and that would take the pressure off of me to try and keep both him and Ellie calm.  I think the thought of a quiet night, hot tub, beer and the TV to himself may have also played a part!  What a trooper! 🙂

We were also taking George’s little friend from school and her mum with us, so that would hopefully be a good distraction for Ellie.   Well, the plan worked!  Despite it taking well over an hour to move the last six miles, the singing in the back of the car and eating of snacks was a complete distraction and we got there meltdown free.

We were lucky at the gate as well.  We arrived just half an hour before the main act – which meant the line for bag search was empty and despite a little wobble as we entered the site, Ellie was doing really well.

The concert was held outside at Powderham Castle in Devon so there were no feelings of claustrophobia and we stood quite near the back (which was handy for later as we got out first).  Ellie didn’t even need her ear defenders (George wore them) and she was now genuinely excited to see her favourite group.

What happened next made all that pain and anxiety (mine as well as Ellie’s) worth it.  As the girls came on, Ellie held her hand to her mouth and started to cry.  She was so happy to see her girls there on stage!  Granted, they were small dots from where we were, but seeing them on the big screen and seeing Ellie so ecstatic was amazing.  She must have cried with joy at least half a dozen times during the concert!

We danced, we sang, we waved and even ‘slut dropped’ a few times! (did I just say slut dropped?!).

Ellie LMix pic
Pure Joy!
Ellie and me LMix
Finally relaxed at the gig!
us at LMix
Fun Times!
 

As I said earlier, being near the back had its advantages.  We left just before the encore (as did a lot of others) and watched the last song as we walked to the car park.  I then made a sprint for the car and picked up the guys on the way out!  We were out of the car park in 5 minutes! Genius!*

Apart from a scary detour up a single car sized country lane which seemed to go up into a forest and me trying to manoeuvre us past several cars coming the other way (Ellie really not keen on that – & nor was I tbh!) the evening was a complete success and I’m so glad we decided to go.  Both Ellie and her brother George were still buzzing when they got up this morning.

So, I might just do it again!

*I heard later that night that two friends were stuck in the car park for over two hours!  So whilst they were still trying to get out, I’d got the kids up to bed and was now sat… having a vodka! Right decision made! 🙂

Until next time….

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Friday Morning Rant! The joy of non-uniform day and music festivals! (Blog#7)

It’s not often I will do this (I hope) but I’ve had a crappy morning and my first instinct was to bash out a blog.  The whole point of me doing this – along with telling our story, was to get off my chest all things I would want to talk to my mum about (double meaning to the blog you see) so hopefully after this I will feel better… otherwise I may need a trip to the local bakery as it’s a little early for wine (unless you’re in an airport!).

So the morning started in a familiar way – sleepy hubby, crazy dog, chirpy son, mildly grumpy daughter… but today is a different day – which is usually not a good thing.  It’s non-school uniform day and Glastongrove Music Festival (taking place at school for the last lesson of the day going into the evening – family can attend after school).

So first we have the drama of whether Ellie looks nice in her chosen outfit.  She’d made a really good choice and she looked lovely.  I could handle the constant asking if it was done in a nice tone of voice, but Ellie’s default setting is sarcastic/angry/loud and hyper negative so her repeatingly barking at us “do I look nice?” wears a bit thin at 7.30am!

I maybe made the mistake of suggesting that it would sound a lot nicer if she said ‘how do I look’ (said in a much gentler tone!) to which she attempted to repeat it, one angry version, one sarcastic version and one upset version.  After moving on quickly from that, I dared to check if she’d done her deodorant and perfume (as she’d worn perfume the previous day). Well, that sparked a lot of angry shouting saying I was ‘forcing her to wear perfume’.  WTF!!!!  So I told her I didn’t care either way to which she screamed “I WILL!”. Trying to keep calm, I walked away.

So the next little speed bump this morning was the the whole music festival thing.  Ellie wants us all to go, but at the same time, doesn’t want us to go and she simply can’t cope with that emotion.  She told me “I’m gonna be kinda embarrassed when you and Dad turn up later” so I said (still calm) “That’s fine, I’m happy not to come” to which she yelled – “BUT I WANT YOU TO COME”.  That too-ed and fro-ed for a bit… all going on whilst trying to get out the door for school! I dare not ask if she’s done her teeth yet, but I do! Not my best decision!

What followed was a lot of stamping, kicking things (because she is, quote; ‘so angry’), muttering, saying negative things about herself  and all the while I just want to scream my head off… and I nearly got there a couple of times… the volume in the house was definitely rising this morning!   Thankfully, our little eight-year old was being a little angel… they do that on purpose to piss the other sibling off, but I’m not complaining!  I felt awful that I couldn’t wait to drop her off at school.

Now, I get that ‘Tweens’ & ‘Teens’ can be miserable, hormonal sods that make you want to chop your own head off… but what I struggle with is the whole negative, anxiety part that autism throws in with it.  Blowing up over the smallest thing.  Every bit of my response is super analysed and seen as negative, however I say it and whatever I say.

I mentioned in my last blog about how we used Kinesiology when Ellie was small to find out if any foods were bothering her and that she’d done a few things lately that didn’t sit right with me.  Well, I have an appointment with Ellie later this afternoon to see the same lady.  I haven’t told her yet though… it’s just easier to tell her 5 minutes before we leave!

Is it wrong that part of me wants her to find something?  We know that if there is too much of something in Ellie’s body it can effect her brain function. It’s not going to take the Autism away but it might help with the occasional weird eye flicking, the stuttering and not being able to get words out.  The only thing is, if she has to cut out crisps, we’ll be in for another meltdown!

Best check the wine fridge!

Until next time…

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