Fridays are probably the hardest day of the week and especially hard during summer break. I was excited Owen slept until well after five. Every time I get up early or even in the middle of the night I wish I didn’t have creaky floors. I’m always thankful when I can be quiet in the mornings so he wakes up on his schedule, especially on Fridays. I know he is not going to want to do anything. Any and all suggestions are generally met with screaming or “no no no” with screaming. And if it’s not that he says, “grandma” all day, preparing for tomorrow. He clings to routine. It is hard to find summer activities that Owen wants to consistently do but he is at least wanting to go to more places than before. I found today to be very emotional. I tried to get him to drink some orange juice this morning. The thing is if Owen doesn’t want to do something mostly he is going to win the match one way or another. I was hoping he would drink some for the vitamin C. He was finally sounding better today but I want to boost his immunity. He has decided he no longer likes orange juice and when I told him he needed to drink it he decided to pour it on the floor right in front of me. There really wasn’t much that I could say or do at this point because he was spiraling into a meltdown as soon as he saw that there was orange juice all over him and the puddle on the floor. We breathed and got through it. I want him to understand he needs to tell me when he is not feeling well. He tells me some things that they don’t always reference how he feels. In general, he says the opposite of what he means or answers what he thinks he should answer. He doesn’t completely process when you ask him a question. I ask him “does your throat hurt” and he replied “yes.” “Does your throat not hurt” is how I worded it the second time and he replied “yes” again. I am trying to get him to understand he has to think about the question and see if he can answer but it’s still a learning process. He was walking around humming music by “Johand struess” with his tablet up to his ear like a boombox. He said, “Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart” almost flawlessly, and numerous other names. I am excited he should be starting his music therapy as soon as the paperwork is finished and they have a slot. We both grew today. He screamed at me a lot. I want him to understand we are a team and kindness and grace go a long way. He can’t process it all but it’s still hard. When he was getting ready for bed he started repeating words we say together and I knew he understood. I’m thankful he is feeling better and I know he is excited about seeing his grandma tomorrow. Part of how we grow is being told that we can grow. Don’t limit yourself before you see all the endless possibilities that are out there for you. Believe in yourself and the rest will follow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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