Two o’clock in the morning is awfully early for a Monday morning but there we were. I told Owen it was still nighttime but he was ready to get dressed for the bus and to play on his computer. I can truly say there is not enough coffee in the world. “It’s Skully in the R he has arms legs head skeleton,” he was talking about how each one of the letters was a different Disney character and then went on to describe what Skully was made of. It was time to get ready and I handed him his pants. He has been putting his leg into the correct leg hole but he pulls the rest of the pants backward so he screams when he tries to put his other leg in the same hole but he worked through it. We got out to wait for the bus and he started talking about our neighbor. She came out, he told her goodbye, and he ran to look for the bus again. Off to school, he went. When he came home it had taken him a few minutes to get off the bus. He was telling everyone goodbye and then he wanted to go sit back down. We told him he would be back on the bus tomorrow so he finally walked off. He immediately talked about going to his vision therapy appointment and then it was back to bus talk. I know he is anxious about not going back to school after this week. My heart breaks for him. He will go to summer school but it’s only three weeks. When we got inside I fixed him a snack. He started squealing “gets some new pants it’ll dry it’s a dot gets some new pants.” I knew immediately what happened and I had to get him focused on something else quickly. He spilled some of his chocolate milk on his pants. It was less than the size of a dime but this completely changes the look of his pants to him. This was quickly leading to a meltdown that could keep us from going to his vision therapy. My choices were to keep working on his breathing, have him change his pants, or help him dry his pants quickly with the hairdryer which could cause another meltdown as well. I plunged forward and told him we were going to dry his pants. I first wet mine a little to distract him with that. I explained that we were going to dry his pants with the hairdryer since he wanted them dried immediately. I took out the hairdryer and set that in motion. It only took a couple of seconds and it was dry. I put the hairdryer away and he asked for another glass of milk. My emotions lingered, his went away quickly. The rollercoaster ride that he goes through every time blue pants are wet or something is different with our clothes breaks my heart. The screams, the tears, and the emotions are all consuming to him. He was a little more emotional at his vision therapy today but he was able to do the exercises. When we came home he was very tired but ate a huge dinner and he fell asleep without getting up once. I’m praying he sleeps through the night. He is ready for his day tomorrow. He told me everything he was going to do. I’m thankful for his smile and all the connections he is making. Believe in the hope for tomorrow and watch how your journey will change. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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