Our Friday night party was exactly as one of us planned. Owen woke on a mission for his Saturday plans. And they included going to grandma’s house at three in the morning. Truly who needs sleep? I didn’t fall asleep until after one and here we were up and he was ready to go. He’s handled his break well but it’s also been emotional. Two weeks is a long time for him to be on break. He will be ready for all his people to be like ducks in a row. With Christmas and the new year both being on Monday that also pushes his days off as well. It’s hard to explain to him why he is missing all the things he wants to do. He came to sit with me, wanting me to play on my laptop. I reminded him that Santa brought him a laptop. I gave him his laptop and he no longer wanted to sit next to me. He took it to the couch and then wanted me to come sit with him. He was eating his second breakfast or maybe it was his third and he started translating music into words like fusing a sound structure to the actual words making it go slower and faster. I think that’s what he was singing yesterday but I didn’t make the connection. He listens to a lot of classical pieces with different videos he watches and they are all different pitches and tempos. I’m wondering if the sounds are maybe words in other languages or the pitch he hears and is translating into a sound that is coming out more like a word than him humming the tune. It will be interesting to see what happens with this. I have no doubt that if he continues to love music as much as he does he will be composing his own works one day. We got ready to go to his grandma’s house and he was a little on edge but more than ready to go. He did great in the car there and pretty good while he was at my mom’s but the meltdowns started on the way home because I didn’t go straight to look at a fire hydrant and instead turned. From that point forward every turn was a mistake and I was trying to keep him calm because we ordered a pizza from his favorite place to pick up on our way home. Just when I thought I distracted him I didn’t and it was one more meltdown. We drove by a construction area and there were tons of rocks divided into different areas. He said, “It’s a rock quarry” and I didn’t even know he knew what those were. We got our pizza and came home. Thankfully after slamming the car door on me three times, he decided to get out. He said he was “angry I sad mad not happy do not pull mommy shirt” and then once we got inside he was so much calmer. I was thankful he was trying to process his emotions and grasp what they mean. He ate his first slice of pizza and I asked him if he wanted another. He said, “Ten please.” I think he is applying chicken nugget math to pizza. He is ready to go to church tomorrow, see Grandma on Monday, be with Mommy on Tuesday, and get back to school on Wednesday. Through challenges we find victories. I talked to him again about kindness and grace. I want him to understand yelling at me is not an option or yelling at anyone else. Life skills are something we have to continuously work on. His laughter and songs in all the languages made my day. Never give up on the hope for tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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