10 pm: Mosey down to the end of the street to watch local fireworks from a distance.
10:12: Blankets lain out, silliness and giggles commence.
10:15: Ben’s getting bored.
10:16: I hand Ben a flashlight to entertain him.
10:17: I have been blinded by flashlight shone directly into my eyes 4 times.
10:19: Ben is bored again.
10:20: Ben wants to leave. I start pushing him toward home in his wheelchair.
10:21: Ben realizes the rest of our party isn’t in accompaniment, and flips his lid.
10:22: Ben decides to stay.
10:24: Neighbors commence a mini fireworks show behind us. Ben flips his lid.
10:25: Official fireworks begin, I attempt ear muffs and distractions.
10:26: Ben screams in utter terror, totally undistractable.
10:27: We leave for real, I try pulling Ben backward up the street hoping he gets some enjoyment from the fireworks.
10:28: I acquiesce to the total fireworks flop.
10:40: Arrive home, close all windows in the house to muffle sounds. Abbi runs through the house wondering why all the gunshots and no birds.
10:41: Ben asks to go back out to the fireworks. Flips his lid when I say “No”.
10:45: The rest of our crew returns because Alex decided he was tired.
10:56: All children tucked in with fans muffling fireworks sounds. Abbi gives up in birds, and I acknowledge that we’re a step or two better than last year and sigh.