So proud, and it goes all wrong.

It's really starting to hit me how huge SPD is. I took Jace to Karate tonight, his first lesson. I want us to do something special for him since he is made to tag along to OT, speech, swimming, and now she gets to go to girl scouts. He was stoked, until we put on the uniform (sensory issues). I was able to get it on, but then Ashlynn started acting up. Kept asking me what SHE was doing tonight. I told her she was supporting her brother like he supports her. She was whiny but nothing I couldn't handle. Jace rocked Karate. I was so, so proud. Incident in the middle though where Ashlynn was up wondering around the gym and they asked her to sit back down. She lost it. Started crying, tantrum the whole works (she's six, this is EMBARRASSING). I manage to calm her down and Jace finishes it. I couldn't WAIT to tell him how proud I was! It's just....I never got the chance. When I told him it was time to go, he lost his freaking shit. Kicking, screaming, crying, I couldn't even get his shoes on. Major scene. I looked at Ashlynn and asked (begged) her to get her boots on and she says "no" starts crying and LAYS DOWN ON THE FLOOR. I had to haul Jace out to the car and leave her there. Lock him in there, and come back in and haul her out. I look like mom of the year let me tell you. I know it's the SPD now. That shit is the SPD and I need to address it and I just want to wave my white flag and crawl in bed and never come out.