He was calmer after the first initial moments but he was very ready for church to be right at that moment. The screaming wasn’t as bad as yesterday when he first woke up, he made up for it later, but his worry was greater. I need to focus on how to calm his worry. The worry comes from a lack of a consistent routine over the last month. The snow has not helped either. Plus I blame the snow for a lot of our problems of not being able to go anywhere so he holds onto every word I say and any mention of snow or the cold weather sends him into overdrive. This morning he was in overdrive.
He was so glad to get ready for church that he listened to everything I needed him to do. It was very busy when we got to church and it was hard to find a parking spot so our friend came to get Owen but he wouldn’t get out of the car until he went through everything that was going to happen this week and to make sure he was going to see his teacher.
He was happy to see his people. I was happy to see them too. He was very concerned about his week ahead but calmer once we got home. He didn’t want to go to get any food when we left so we ate at home. It had been a while since I tried cottage cheese with him so I tried again and he loved it so I put more in a cup and he was eating it by himself with the spoon out of the cup. It makes me happy when he likes new foods and he uses his silverware.
I try to get him to understand that I can’t answer the same questions over and over and I just can’t do it constantly. He wants me to do it every time he asks something and that’s why the screaming happens so much. This afternoon we worked on breathing techniques and hoping that it will help him when I’m not always able to answer all of his questions.
“Down the drean,” he said as the water went down the drain. I said, “Drain” and he started repeating it. He was watching the water drain out of the tub and then he started talking about high school again. I need to find out what high school Owen is going to. He keeps talking about going to high school next year. I tried to explain to him that he wasn’t going there yet and that he had two more years.
Bedtime went quickly and I pray that he sleeps all night so that he can go to school tomorrow. He’s very excited about his music and vision therapies. His fake laugh got us through a lot of the day and it certainly made me smile. Never give up on the hope for tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!