To say there was excitement about going to the pool is an understatement. The excitement came around two in the morning but Owen was happy it was pool day and there was no stopping the excitement. I tried to convince him to go back to sleep but that wasn’t happening. The decision of do I still take him or do we stay home is always tough for me. He wasn’t exhausted and he was asking every few minutes when we were going. This is also one of those hard things for me. The repetitive words and actions get me stuck in a loop. Answering doesn’t help stop the behavior and ignoring it causes him to spiral in a different direction. We breathe. When it’s four o’clock in the morning and you still have seven hours until it’s pool time that’s “later.” But Owen wants me to say “in a little bit” and if I don’t he will ramp up the asking until I say it. Well, the little bit finally arrived and we were off to the pool. I pointed out to him that we were not in blue pants and I was not in a dress over my swimsuit. I wore black pants and a T-shirt instead. I am trying to get him to understand the connection of being able to wear something different depending on what we do. He had a fabulous time at the pool. We stayed for about an hour. I wanted to get home in plenty of time for him to eat lunch and then get ready for his vision therapy. Convincing him to leave was not easy but I told him if he listened he could come back on Wednesday. He talked about it all the way home and that he wanted to go bowling on Wednesday. He had a calm afternoon and we got ready for his appointment. He did great at his therapy and then we came home. He talked about going bowling again and I was glad. I was fixing our dinner and within five minutes he mentioned going back to school more times than I can remember. That’s his focus but he is counting the days. He knows tomorrow is August and he is ready for the 18th. He walks back and forth over the same section of our floor, stomping in one area and then going right back to it. He likes the sensory input it gives him. He didn’t want to go to bed but he was out once again as soon as he put his head on the pillow. I’m thankful he had so much fun at the pool and that he played his harmonica for me tonight. Sing the song of happiness and let it pull on your heartstrings. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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