Let’s just go ahead and celebrate the first victory of the day. Owen slept late. And in his bed, I might add. Technically he stills calls it “mommy’s bed” but if he sleeps all night we can call it anything he wants. Once he came to me he slept almost another hour. When he got ready for school he wanted to “wear blue pants today”. I pushed the boundaries once again asking him to wear his black jeans or his camo pants. It took a little convincing but he decided on the camo pants. I don’t want to push so hard he has a meltdown over his pants but I also want him to know there are other choices. And he always asks to wear sweatpants if I suggest shorts or different types or colors of pants. Once he was dressed we went outside to wait for the bus. I have him help water the flowers with our watering can. It’s a hard concept for him to do. He has to angle it to pour the water out but he’s learning. He was very concerned about not seeing his teacher, both his previous one and his summer school teachers. I’m already dreading the fact that summer school is only two more short weeks, not even five days each week because of the way the schedule falls. Once school is out I’m trying to create a routine for him to be able to do other activities and stay busy. When he got home from school he wanted a snack. I filled his glass with chocolate milk and gave him veggie straws. Within a few moments, he came to me saying “be careful” while I was getting his tablet from the other room. He spilled his milk on the front of his shirt. The great thing he wasn’t screaming, his foot wasn’t stomping, and he was remaining calm. I got a new shirt for him, more milk, and it was like nothing happened. It’s those moments I sit on pins and needles. And when he doesn’t have a meltdown I try to breathe. I always offer different types of foods for him to try and he ate cheese and pico de gallo with me. He ate a few bites and he was done but at least he tried it. When he was about to get into bed he decided it was necessary to wear his “tan shorts”. He said, “I’m not going to bed with not wearing tan shorts”. Alrighty, tan shorts to bed it is. I drew the line at wanting to wear his “blue rain boots to bed I love puddles”. I’m sure that will be in a future episode of what gets worn to bed. He was so happy with his tan shorts to bed accomplishment. Hey, maybe it will make it easier to convince him to wear them tomorrow or the tomorrow after that. Some days there are no other answers but God. I pray a lot, shouting into the sky sometimes for guidance and strength. Today felt like several victories though and I was thankful. Never give up on the hope for tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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