Owen wanted his tablet, to talk about bowling, missing school, and what he was going to eat for breakfast all by five o’clock in the morning. He was up by four but I wasn’t processing it all. Each and every break is hard for him. Even when he knows they are happening he still doesn’t want them. He likes routine and his schedule helps to keep him motivated.
When I knew we were not going bowling I had to find other ways to distract him. I didn’t even try to find out if the bowling alley was open. I didn’t want to risk going and not knowing if the weather would turn worse while we were out. He wanted to take a bath so I made a deal with him that we would play in the snow first. He told me he wanted to go skiing and snowboarding. He also wanted to go sledding. We will have to work on all of these.
He at first didn’t want to go outside because we weren’t going to the park but then he was ready for a bath so he liked the deal. He then was ready for me to pick him up on Thursday completely skipping talking about tomorrow. He told me he wanted to go to the lake to ski on the water but snowboard on the snow. I think he is embracing the snow but being out of routine is hard on him. And that was all by ten o’clock in the morning.
He got in the bathtub and he was thrilled. He also kept telling me he wanted to get out of the bathtub but he wouldn’t get out of the “pool tub.” “Tablet yes tablet yes Mommy,” he kept yelling but still stayed in the tub. He finally got out only to ask if he could get back in.
“Mommy picking up Thursday,” was his chant throughout the day already excited about his therapy day ahead. He also was trying to confirm his routine would be returning. He had just said to me “Ride the bus home then park then bowling” when I got the message that school was canceled for tomorrow. My lips are sealed. I will not be telling him. He hasn’t slept much for days and maybe he will sleep tonight if he thinks he is going back to school. I figured it would be closed but how to explain this to him is always the question.
I was talking to him and standing in front of him in the kitchen. I told him I loved him and he heard a noise. He said, “Yeah move.” The teenage years will be interesting, I think.
I pray for sleep tonight. My nerves are on edge. When his routine is off it is truly hard for him to settle because he is always expecting his routine to not come back.
Hearing him sing throughout the day and listening to all the languages makes my heart happy. Believe in the miracle yet to come. Smiles to all and donut daze!