Our Journey Raising Two Children with Special Needs

This blog chronicles our life raising two children, Nicholas 15, diagnosed with Prader-Willi Syndrome and Weston 18, diagnosed with Autism/Asperger's/ADHD. It's the ups, the downs, the joys, the sorrows and most importantly, the beauty of living a life less perfect, a life more meaningful.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

The Evil Wiper Blade Saga Continues

My brother Johnny is an automotive genius and a handy man to have around during a crisis. So of course, I give him a call after my evil wiper blade escapade of this morning.

"Why don't you bring it over and I'll take a look," he says to me reassuringly.

The rain has stopped temporarily and it seems to be getting brighter outside.

Should I risk it? I think to myself, keep in mind I still only have one functioning wiper blade on the passenger side of the vehicle.

I don't know if I want to risk it with Nicholas in the car. I continue talking to myself. I guess I'll try, I can always turn around.

I grab our rain coats, load Nicholas into the truck and head up to see my brother, the mechanic. I am driving downtown and headed west. The clouds look like they are starting to darken once again.

This doesn't look good, the voice inside my head starts to warn. I have now passed through the lights in the center of town when suddenly it starts to rain again.

This is crazy, I think to myself and decide at that moment to turn around and go back home. I find the nearest side street, turn in and pull a U-ee.

I head back through town with one wiper wiping, the other mangled and flayed over the left side of the truck. I have now become pretty good at driving with my head leaning over to the passenger side of the vehicle. When suddenly, the right wiper blade springs violently to life. Just like its evil twin, it flings its blade off and seems to literally break in two.

I am now driving home in the rain sans wipers. Thankfully, it is not raining hard and I can manage to still drive my truck safely back home.

I have decided that the universe is trying to tell me to just stay home today.

I am not going to argue.

I called my husband and asked him to pick up Weston.

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