We keep chasing the perfect lazy weekend and it's always just out of reach. 

At 8:30am Saturday morning, we ate egg sandwiches in the car as we drove Ian to an art school that offers a special needs class. An extra hour of sleep would have been nice, but this class is good for the kid. He ran into the school with a big smile on his face. He's the highest functioning kid in the class and could probably do OK in a regular art class. We send him there, because the teachers are warm and nonjudgmental. Sometimes it's worth giving up an hour of sleep for a nonjudgmental art class. 

We got a lot of judgment at church on Sunday. When he receives communion, Ian's hands aren't perfect. I whisper "plate hands, plate hands" at him, and he tries to make his hand flat, but it doesn't always work out. He tends to munch on the host on his way back to his seat, rather than eating it immediately, so the church ladies scowl at us. He doesn't stand and kneel on command. He likes to cuddle up next to me in the pew. Because he isn't obviously disabled, people just think he's naughty. 

Ian hovers at the border of disabled and non-disabled. When given a choice, we opt for the disabled world, because it is so much nicer. 

While Ian was in class, Steve and I hit a couple of estate sales near the school, because it is a prime location of rich old lady homes. We bought a nice mid-century sofa for the playroom. It needs new cushions, but for $180 it was worth it. We bought a set of outdoor chairs and a table for $100. And for $7, I have a new pile of hardcover children's books. At some point, I'll sell them on the internet. 

 

A lot of other things happened, too. We went to the town pool. We ate burgers. We saw Ice Age 4.

We bought paint. We cleared out bedroom to prepare for the painters.

We roasted vegetables, made salads, and went to a BBQ at my sister's house. 

Next week will be quiet, we promise ourselves. A novel in the backyard and lots of quiet. Just not yet.