And so the day began. Sleep was slept a little better for me and all night for Owen. I woke up several times but then ultimately stayed in bed until six. I got up and heard Owen at the same time in his bed yelling that he “slept upper night” and wanted to know if he was going to school on Wednesday. I told him yes, praying the snow predicted for later this week stays away, and that we needed to concentrate on today. He got up and came to me. I didn’t tell him about his day at first because the element of surprise was what it was going to be. I waited to see when the buses got on the road until the spoiler alert was given.
I saw the tiny little bus moving on the app so I knew I was about to make Owen’s day. He was so happy. I went out to my car before I told him that he was going to have a full day. I wanted to make sure the bus was moving and so were we since I hadn’t started my car in over a week. The trek to the car was ice filled. I walked extremely slowly. It started quickly. The bus arrived early because there were many kids it could not pick up. And off he went.
His teacher said he had a good day but was very adamant about not wanting to go on the field trip tomorrow. I said that sounds about right. He hasn’t wanted to go to any of them. I think they throw monkey wrenches into his routine and he is not having that. I’m glad he can voice his objections and thoughts on it.
The whole way to his appointment he was talking about the field trip and that he was not going. He also wanted to make sure he was going to be a boy through high school. His therapist said he did great with her but was on repeat.
Talk about sensory overload when I picked him up for music therapy and I am not sure which one of us was more. Repeat, repeat, repeat, and repeat again. I am definitely figuring out the cellular iPad thing as soon as possible. For most of the journey home, he asked if our Internet was working. Explaining that I have no clue is like explaining that I have no clue. I try to get him to understand that I won’t know if our Internet is out until we get home.
We came home for a snack and then we headed to his vision therapy. He just went through all the different foods he wanted to get on the way home. He told me that I needed to find him a farm soon so he could get a new room, a different bed, a big dog, and a purple cow. I once again told him I was trying and he said, “Try again.” He also went through all the parties he wants to have. School, bowling, pool, and horsey party. It is wild to hear him talk about them all.
When routine hasn’t been routine in a long time and you don’t have gum for the trip to your vision therapy session you get upset and let your mommy know it. He was on the verge of crying the whole time. I knew he would get some gum when we got there but the whole way there he screamed at me. He did well with his exercises and he did better once he got going with her but he was focused on the things he was focused on. He wanted Wendy’s on the way home. He screamed at me all the way home about his schedule for the week and that he was upset at his appointment because of the gum. The gum is back in my purse. I had taken it out to give him some on a different day and forgot to put them back in my purse. I was thankful he was able to do the exercises.
Getting back into routine can be as hard as being out of routine. I pray tomorrow is a great day for him and the snow stays away. He told me that he was sorry for yelling at me. I hugged him and I prayed for a good night's sleep for both of us. His laughter is the best thing and it makes my day. Let this chapter of your life be filled with all the beautiful things. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I saw the tiny little bus moving on the app so I knew I was about to make Owen’s day. He was so happy. I went out to my car before I told him that he was going to have a full day. I wanted to make sure the bus was moving and so were we since I hadn’t started my car in over a week. The trek to the car was ice filled. I walked extremely slowly. It started quickly. The bus arrived early because there were many kids it could not pick up. And off he went.
His teacher said he had a good day but was very adamant about not wanting to go on the field trip tomorrow. I said that sounds about right. He hasn’t wanted to go to any of them. I think they throw monkey wrenches into his routine and he is not having that. I’m glad he can voice his objections and thoughts on it.
The whole way to his appointment he was talking about the field trip and that he was not going. He also wanted to make sure he was going to be a boy through high school. His therapist said he did great with her but was on repeat.
Talk about sensory overload when I picked him up for music therapy and I am not sure which one of us was more. Repeat, repeat, repeat, and repeat again. I am definitely figuring out the cellular iPad thing as soon as possible. For most of the journey home, he asked if our Internet was working. Explaining that I have no clue is like explaining that I have no clue. I try to get him to understand that I won’t know if our Internet is out until we get home.
We came home for a snack and then we headed to his vision therapy. He just went through all the different foods he wanted to get on the way home. He told me that I needed to find him a farm soon so he could get a new room, a different bed, a big dog, and a purple cow. I once again told him I was trying and he said, “Try again.” He also went through all the parties he wants to have. School, bowling, pool, and horsey party. It is wild to hear him talk about them all.
When routine hasn’t been routine in a long time and you don’t have gum for the trip to your vision therapy session you get upset and let your mommy know it. He was on the verge of crying the whole time. I knew he would get some gum when we got there but the whole way there he screamed at me. He did well with his exercises and he did better once he got going with her but he was focused on the things he was focused on. He wanted Wendy’s on the way home. He screamed at me all the way home about his schedule for the week and that he was upset at his appointment because of the gum. The gum is back in my purse. I had taken it out to give him some on a different day and forgot to put them back in my purse. I was thankful he was able to do the exercises.
Getting back into routine can be as hard as being out of routine. I pray tomorrow is a great day for him and the snow stays away. He told me that he was sorry for yelling at me. I hugged him and I prayed for a good night's sleep for both of us. His laughter is the best thing and it makes my day. Let this chapter of your life be filled with all the beautiful things. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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