Plentiful Wednesday

The school routine is back in swing, but the schedule is still off. Owen woke up in the middle of the night, asking for his teacher. I wish I knew how to keep him from focusing on things during the night; I wish I could do it for myself. The lights made him angry this morning. He wants them off, but wants them on. I don’t know when to be stern, and when to foster his wants. The lights are sensory related, with a side of control. He wants what he wants, but I can tell when he really isn’t ready to process the lights. And then you get the call. I saw Owen’s school number flash across my phone. My heart stopped, thinking he was sick first, and then wondering what could have happened, since he seemed to be feeling fine this morning. The nurse told me, he got pushed into a cabinet. His nose was hurt; he may, or may not get bruising from it, but he was fine. There are millions of emotions swirling around me, but what I focus on is the fact that he is fine. Beside him touching his nose, every once in awhile, I can’t tell that he is hurting. He is extremely cranky this evening, however. For the last week, as soon as we get home, he wants to take a bath. He doesn’t just ask once, he asks again, and again, as soon as he can get the words out. I have his routine set; home, supplements, dinner, painting, and then bath. He does not like that schedule anymore. He wants bath time right away. I stick to the schedule. He yells some more. Dinner is still sitting there. I’m sitting, thinking about all that has happened today; thankful for my sweet baby O, and that he is okay. Life is full of emotions. Find your strength, push through the rough days, and know that tomorrow is a brand new day. Smiles to all and donut daze!