It always seems by the end of the day there are things I should have figured out by the middle of the day. When you are the queen of overthinking it happens. Owen thankfully slept all night. Me not so much. If I’m not waking myself up everything else wakes me up. I suppose it is from years of Owen waking up three, four, or more times in the night. He woke up hungry and consumed with his day ahead which also included his tooth being loose. He wanted me to make him breakfast but he also wanted me to “sit on the white bed.” He tells this to me a lot. He wants me to do something but he has a hard time processing it. He ate most of what I made for him and we had a couple minutes to get out to the bus. When we were waiting for the bus he wanted to play a game with me. He hasn’t wanted this in quite some time. Off he went to school knowing I was going to pick him up for music therapy. It was raining most of the day so I made sure I left early to get him. His teacher said he had a good day, except that he was concerned about his tooth. I figure it has a couple more days before it comes out. He did great at music therapy. His therapist said he likes to make up different variations of what she is doing. We got home and he had a snack. I had a mop bucket sitting there, and I went to the bathroom. I came out and he was standing in the mop bucket with his pants completely soaked. We then had to change his clothes before we could go to his vision therapy. This made us leave about five minutes later than we normally would have. The traffic was backed up and every way I tried to go it was stopped traffic. There was no way we were going to make it in time. We still had a mile to go and we were already fifteen minutes past our time. I had let them know that we were running late and the traffic was completely at a stop. Owen was having a huge meltdown over the stop-and-go traffic. I let them know that we weren’t going to make it and I got him chicken nuggets for the ride home. He was trying to process that we were not going to go to his session and kept saying that the doctor was busy. After we got home, he was much calmer, but it still took a while for him to realize and be OK with the fact that we were not going to his vision therapy. The night was full of music and song. He did not want to go to bed and once again told me that he would go to bed next week. But as soon as his head hit the pillow he was out quickly. I’m praying that he sleeps all night and I’m thankful that this is another growing experience for him even though it was difficult. I pray as time goes on he will understand that and we can’t always control the traffic or our circumstances but we need to learn how to process it and breathe through the moments. I’m thankful that he was able to still have a great evening and he’s ready for his Tuesday. Believe in yourself and the rest will follow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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