The four o’clock wakeup call was not what I had on my bingo card but there Owen was standing next to my bed, yelling at me about wanting to see his teacher. I told him that no one was at school yet and he had lots of time before he went to school. He wanted milk and cereal, that he didn’t eat right away, and his tablet. It was ready, set, wait for the bus.
He was very anxious about his day, checking on it all to make sure it was happening exactly as he needed it but he was at least very happy he was getting to do all the things he wanted to do. I think he gets stressed when he feels like he is going to miss one of his therapy sessions or school and he wakes himself up with all his thoughts.
All my tired blends together so I’m not sure why I’m tired. I don’t know where my tiredness ends and my sleepiness begins. We played a lot of games, went over his schedule for literally the next few years since he wants to know when he will be in high school, and he reviewed with me the babysitters he’s had, where they lived, and if he will see them again. It was a busy morning before we even got ready for school. We got ready and he was thrilled he was finally starting his day.
I picked him up from school for his “therapy therapy therapy.” I could tell he was in repeat mode and needed clarification on everything. He wanted to make sure his next few days were going to happen like he needed them to. As much as I want to find fun things for him to do suggesting the Easter egg hunt was hard for him. He didn’t want any more surprises for his week. I think he was extra focused because even the thought of going yesterday was too much for him yet he asks for the things he does want to do like swimming and yoga.
On our way to therapy, he told me several times he had to be kind to his therapists. I reminded him we have to be kind to everyone. I told his therapist that he had been up since four and he wanted to have confirmation about everything just so they knew. He handled his sessions well even though he did focus on his days ahead with them too. He wasn’t mad about their clothes though so that was good and he was able to do many of his exercises.
There was a lot of traffic on the way home but he was relatively calm the whole time. He requested Chick-fil-A and didn’t get upset when we had to wait. I was thankful for no screaming and for him talking to me more about his day. When we got home he immediately ate his chicken nuggets and wanted his bath right away.
I’m hoping he sleeps tonight now that he had a full day of a calm schedule under his belt and the next few days should be exactly as he expects. I love hearing him laugh with his tablet and sing songs randomly at the top of his lungs. The no sleep days are exhausting but to see his progress is what makes my heart happy. Take one day at a time and know that tomorrow is a brand new day. Smiles to all and donut daze!
He was very anxious about his day, checking on it all to make sure it was happening exactly as he needed it but he was at least very happy he was getting to do all the things he wanted to do. I think he gets stressed when he feels like he is going to miss one of his therapy sessions or school and he wakes himself up with all his thoughts.
All my tired blends together so I’m not sure why I’m tired. I don’t know where my tiredness ends and my sleepiness begins. We played a lot of games, went over his schedule for literally the next few years since he wants to know when he will be in high school, and he reviewed with me the babysitters he’s had, where they lived, and if he will see them again. It was a busy morning before we even got ready for school. We got ready and he was thrilled he was finally starting his day.
I picked him up from school for his “therapy therapy therapy.” I could tell he was in repeat mode and needed clarification on everything. He wanted to make sure his next few days were going to happen like he needed them to. As much as I want to find fun things for him to do suggesting the Easter egg hunt was hard for him. He didn’t want any more surprises for his week. I think he was extra focused because even the thought of going yesterday was too much for him yet he asks for the things he does want to do like swimming and yoga.
On our way to therapy, he told me several times he had to be kind to his therapists. I reminded him we have to be kind to everyone. I told his therapist that he had been up since four and he wanted to have confirmation about everything just so they knew. He handled his sessions well even though he did focus on his days ahead with them too. He wasn’t mad about their clothes though so that was good and he was able to do many of his exercises.
There was a lot of traffic on the way home but he was relatively calm the whole time. He requested Chick-fil-A and didn’t get upset when we had to wait. I was thankful for no screaming and for him talking to me more about his day. When we got home he immediately ate his chicken nuggets and wanted his bath right away.
I’m hoping he sleeps tonight now that he had a full day of a calm schedule under his belt and the next few days should be exactly as he expects. I love hearing him laugh with his tablet and sing songs randomly at the top of his lungs. The no sleep days are exhausting but to see his progress is what makes my heart happy. Take one day at a time and know that tomorrow is a brand new day. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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