Kicking and Screaming....again

Apparently I not only kick and scream regarding my children growing up, but I also have a few fits if you try to change my diet on me.  I have already determined that I am beginning a new eating and exercise lifestyle with a couple of friends starting this Thursday!  I am super excited about it, but apparently, I wanted to do it my way and not with "outside" (husband) help;-) 

Alan decided at the new year to make some big changes to his eating.  He has been buying all sorts of things that have less fat, less calories, blah, blah, blah.  You get the picture.  I am okay with that, but I was not quite there yet. 

We were trying to decide what to make for dinner tonight and decided on making sausage with onions and peppers.  Alan told me that he is trying not to eat bread, so he would not want anything with bread.  I told him that he could get me a roll and do whatever he wanted.  He mentioned that if we were having sausage, it would be great to get turkey sausage.  I rolled my eyes, but he didn't see me because we were talking on the phone.  I think I roll my eyes a lot while I am on the phone;-) 

Alan came home with the groceries and I was already self-talking myself into the whole turkey sausage thing and thinking that it was a good idea because I am starting my weight loss program on Thursday.  I unpacked the bags and there were NO rolls of any kind.  The only way I was talking myself through this was thinking about the yummy roll that would cover the taste of the turkey sausage if I didn't like it.  NO rolls, and instead......wheat pitas!!!  I started freaking out!!  I was going over our whole conversation and Alan said he didn't remember that I said I wanted a roll.  If he had heard me say that he would have gotten me a roll.  I replied that he had to have heard me because I was talking right into his ear.  He found my reaction on the funny side and I told him I needed some time to regroup and get myself together.  He thought I was kidding, but I am pretty serious about my bread and it took some time snuggling with Davin to bring myself down once again. 

I now have my whole entire head wrapped around my much healthier dinner and how fantastic it will be when I am much thinner in the summer.  The best part will be that we are doing it together.  Why, oh why, must I kick and scream?? 

By the way, Alan just came in and asked what I was doing.  I told him I would rather not say.  He asked if I was blogging about THE ROLL:-)  Oh dear! 

What is a Mom to do?

I knew this would be hard. Moving at 18 years of age is hard. Moving when you are non-verbal is extra hard. I knew it would not be ideal to put Davin in a "typical" high school at this age and have the "typical" kids his age try to get to know him. I didn't think about church....

Davin and I sat in Sunday School yesterday. We were in the back row. Every single teen had to walk by us to get to their seats. I noticed. Davin noticed. A teen came up and introduced herself to someone else who was new. Davin and I watched. We started feeling invisible and I wondered what I should do. Finally, two sweet, sweet girls came up to Davin. They had already been past us and were sitting in the very front row. They came all the way to the back row to introduce themselves to Davin and ask his name. Sweet girls. Only in 9th and 8th grades, too:-) We chatted with them for a bit. A ray of hope.

These waters are new. I am not sure how to proceed. Do I talk to the youth pastor? He hasn't done a great job of getting to know us or ask what he can do to enable Davin to be able to go to SS or youth group without me or Alan. He has tried, though. He really has. It is probably harder since Davin's former youth pastor also doubled as his best friend. Davin adored him. Maybe this youth pastor needs to go on a road trip to Cedarville. That is what bonded Davin and his Pastor Greg:-) Hmmm...., I know that I have been living with Davin for a long time, and I will give grace to everyone else who may not be knowing quite what to do. How do I reach out for Davin? What do I say? This is hard.