Sometimes the answer is the answer unless it is the answer that we have to tell again to make sure it is the answer. And then it might be the answer. Owen slept all night, thankfully. He woke slightly agitated, a little anxious, and a lot ready to go.
He was ready to get his day started. He wanted to go to school and then he knew he was coming home, eating a snack, and then going to his therapy appointment. We went out to wait for the bus and no matter how I tried to distract him he kept yelling, “You know the answer.” He was talking about the fact that he was going to his therapy. I wish I could help comfort him in these times. He was off to school and I prayed for a good day.
When he got home he went through all the things. Stay home, go, couldn’t wait to see doctor, bowling, grandma, order chicken, grandma on Saturday, grandma on Sunday, grandma on Monday since he has no school, and I think I missed a couple steps. He was making sure I wasn’t missing any of his days ahead since I said he wouldn’t see her on Saturday. He told me you had an appointment. I told him he would see her for dinner after his appointment though.
We got ready to leave for his therapy appointment and he was very hyper. He kept saying the opposite of everything. We got almost there and he told me he didn’t want to go but as soon as we got there he practically ran into the place. He was extremely happy and loud when we were there.
I wasn’t sure how dinner would go since he was on high alert but for the most part, he did well. I had to remind him inside voice and he didn’t want to listen about a few things but otherwise, he handled it well.
The drive home was the same hyper level but at least there was no meltdown. He refused to get out of the car for several minutes because I didn’t go by the railroad tracks and the gas station which were completely on the opposite side of the way he had said he wanted to go.
He was calmer once we got inside and he played on his tablet. When it was time to start getting ready for bed he refused to give me his tablet. I told him if he didn’t give me his tablet he would be able to have it tomorrow. He gave it to me and then we did our nightly process.
“Tablet tomorrow,” he said to me after he got out of bed to make sure he could have it in the morning. I was afraid this was going to be the thing that kept him up but thankfully he went back to bed.
I told him I didn’t know which day he was going to see his grandma this weekend hoping that it would help him adjust his sleeping when he has his day set in stone. He seemed to be fine with that so far.
He sang for me in numerous languages today or so I think. He amazes me with everything he knows and how far he has come. I’m thankful for his progress and I’m focusing on the good stuff. Let the good stuff shine through and be your motivation for tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
He was ready to get his day started. He wanted to go to school and then he knew he was coming home, eating a snack, and then going to his therapy appointment. We went out to wait for the bus and no matter how I tried to distract him he kept yelling, “You know the answer.” He was talking about the fact that he was going to his therapy. I wish I could help comfort him in these times. He was off to school and I prayed for a good day.
When he got home he went through all the things. Stay home, go, couldn’t wait to see doctor, bowling, grandma, order chicken, grandma on Saturday, grandma on Sunday, grandma on Monday since he has no school, and I think I missed a couple steps. He was making sure I wasn’t missing any of his days ahead since I said he wouldn’t see her on Saturday. He told me you had an appointment. I told him he would see her for dinner after his appointment though.
We got ready to leave for his therapy appointment and he was very hyper. He kept saying the opposite of everything. We got almost there and he told me he didn’t want to go but as soon as we got there he practically ran into the place. He was extremely happy and loud when we were there.
I wasn’t sure how dinner would go since he was on high alert but for the most part, he did well. I had to remind him inside voice and he didn’t want to listen about a few things but otherwise, he handled it well.
The drive home was the same hyper level but at least there was no meltdown. He refused to get out of the car for several minutes because I didn’t go by the railroad tracks and the gas station which were completely on the opposite side of the way he had said he wanted to go.
He was calmer once we got inside and he played on his tablet. When it was time to start getting ready for bed he refused to give me his tablet. I told him if he didn’t give me his tablet he would be able to have it tomorrow. He gave it to me and then we did our nightly process.
“Tablet tomorrow,” he said to me after he got out of bed to make sure he could have it in the morning. I was afraid this was going to be the thing that kept him up but thankfully he went back to bed.
I told him I didn’t know which day he was going to see his grandma this weekend hoping that it would help him adjust his sleeping when he has his day set in stone. He seemed to be fine with that so far.
He sang for me in numerous languages today or so I think. He amazes me with everything he knows and how far he has come. I’m thankful for his progress and I’m focusing on the good stuff. Let the good stuff shine through and be your motivation for tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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