Sunday 17th May 2020
So Cola Gate continues. The Youngest Child comes down and says “I’m getting my drink,” while making her way to the fridge. I enquired if she had had breakfast. Yes was the reply! The Husband then pipes up that she was not having cola before 10am. This of course resulted in more flouncing and shouting and cries of “it’s not fair!” Off she flounces back upstairs. About ten minutes later she comes down and asks if she could have leftover pasta bake for breakfast. I pointed out that she had said that she had already had breakfast, to which the reply was a wicked grin. 🙄🙄 Well I suppose it is more substantial than a handful of grapes.
At 9.59am she returned to the kitchen to declare that she was now getting her drink. When I looked again she had poured herself a PINT of cola. FFS! She then asked for a green straw because apparently she has to have a different colour straw for different drinks. She then told me how she had been reading stuff about this online and enquired as to whether I thought she could be autistic! 🙄🙄
While standing in the doorway listing all the ways in which she could be considered to be on the spectrum, The Middle Child came up behind her and grabbed her in a bear hug. You can imagine what happened to the pint of cola that she was trying to clutch in her blanket covered hands! FFS!
There then ensued a lot of shouting, stamping and flouncing, but from me this time, as I raged about how this is why I do not want fizzy drinks in the house. FML!