Well, the day didn’t go completely according to plan but sometimes the new plan is what you need, sometimes. I don’t even remember how many times I woke up last night. I kept checking on Owen. I finally slept for a few hours straight and then I heard the beautiful noise of my coffeemaker dripping the wakey-wakey juice I needed to get my day going. I went to the bathroom and then got my coffee. Owen was still sleeping. I had made the decision not to wake him. Either way, he needed the sleep and if he was feeling better I would take him to school if it was later than the bus. As soon as I sat down with my coffee I heard him get his tablet. He had bypassed the bathroom. This is becoming the norm again and it’s like we are going to have to revisit the bathroom skills. I notice that when he is not feeling well all the bathroom rules go flying out the window. It was still about an hour until the bus was supposed to come. I let him go to the bathroom and then I took his temperature. He still was very snotty but I was hopeful because he seemed more energetic. I took his temperature and it was right on the dot so still no fever. I gave him some allergy medicine and I wanted to watch how the next thirty minutes went. He got into bed with me and he was laughing with his tablet. This was good news. He wasn’t trying to lay there which meant he had more energy. I took his temperature several more times because this is how you become the Queen of Overthinking and since it hadn’t changed I asked him “do you want to stay home with mommy or go to school?” There was no hesitation “school school,” he said. If he wasn’t feeling well enough he would have told me he was staying home with mommy. We got ready for the bus and we went outside to wait. He wanted Siri to translate numerous things in all the languages and then along came the bus. I let his teacher know that he wasn’t feeling his best but he wanted to go to school. I also let her know that I would pick him up for therapy. I debated if he might be too tired for therapy and thought about canceling it. Turns out that they had to cancel it. When I went to pick up Owen I told him his therapy was canceled. He quickly ran down the list of things he wanted to do and then said, “mommy change” and kept repeating it which means he wanted to come home and me change to a “dress.” I thought this was probably best. I thought about taking him to the park but with the weather and the way he was feeling it was best to take him home. When we got close to home he said, “windows take you by the windows” saying more of the words I would say than him. I told him we could drive by them. I circled the block three different ways so he could see them before we went home. I thought it would give him some comfort on this non-routine day. He wanted chocolate milk when we got home. I poured it for him and he said, “your chocolate milk is ready.” Again answering the way I would have said it. This is why I have double-sided conversations with him so that he can learn different responses and apply them when he can. All I keep thinking is laundry is hard. I’m trying different strategies with him and hoping they will work. When I gave him a bath I didn’t want him to stick his ears in the water so he immediately stuck his head in the water. Even though it is his allergies with him it can quickly increase. I’m praying he gets another full night of sleep and he is feeling better tomorrow. He’s been biting his lip so I’m hoping that he will stop. It’s such a hard thing when anyone is sick but when I can’t always explain something to Owen it makes it even harder. I’m thankful for today. I’m thankful he was able to go to school. You are stronger than you think you are so today is the day to go after your dreams. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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