Overthinking is fun said no one ever but here I am overthinking that tomorrow we are supposed to get bad storms again. I’m no more prepared than I was last time but at least I know there is a possibility. Thursdays don’t fit into our schedule for bad storms. Thursdays are for Owen’s therapy so I’m hoping they move on through without problems.
At least we made it until five this morning, almost. It was so close I’ll call it five because I sent him back to his room for ten minutes and he made seven of those ten. It felt like progress.
We got up and he discussed his day. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to go swimming or to his grandma’s house. It was a hard decision for him. He was confused why he couldn’t do both so he didn’t understand that he had to make a choice. I told him that we could go swimming on Friday after school so he said he was deciding to go see his grandma but I knew that could change.
We got ready and out to wait for the bus we went. He stood by me instead of walking off to see if the bus was coming. He talked about how we used to walk to the bus stop. It has been a couple of years but he will randomly ask about it. He told me the best part of his day was getting to see his best friend and then around the corner the bus came. He started jumping up and down and then onto the bus he went. He lost his shoe but he picked it up and I could tell he was putting it back on when he sat down, this time in the front of the bus.
When he came home from school he said he decided he would go see his grandma. I think because it was raining he thought he might not get to go to the pool. It is an indoor pool but we still have to get out if the weather turns bad.
He had a great time it’s his grandma. I’m thankful for their bond and it reminds me of how close I was to mine. On the way home he did pretty well. He told me sorry when he got out of the car but he hadn’t done anything yet. He said, “Pull your hair” touching my hair, and then he hit my pants but not hard. I believe he uses these actions to gauge my reactions to him and what I will say or do. He is learning to process behavior and I’m praying that he will continue to understand that we should give everyone kindness and grace.
The night went quickly and it was full of questions about his days ahead. I’m hoping our appointment on Friday can give us more insight and references to maybe help him through these days when all he can do is concentrate on the moments yet to come. I wonder if he is overthinking it too. I’m thankful for his victories through the days of challenges. Sit, reflect, grow, learn, but most of all love yourself. Smiles to all and donut daze!
At least we made it until five this morning, almost. It was so close I’ll call it five because I sent him back to his room for ten minutes and he made seven of those ten. It felt like progress.
We got up and he discussed his day. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to go swimming or to his grandma’s house. It was a hard decision for him. He was confused why he couldn’t do both so he didn’t understand that he had to make a choice. I told him that we could go swimming on Friday after school so he said he was deciding to go see his grandma but I knew that could change.
We got ready and out to wait for the bus we went. He stood by me instead of walking off to see if the bus was coming. He talked about how we used to walk to the bus stop. It has been a couple of years but he will randomly ask about it. He told me the best part of his day was getting to see his best friend and then around the corner the bus came. He started jumping up and down and then onto the bus he went. He lost his shoe but he picked it up and I could tell he was putting it back on when he sat down, this time in the front of the bus.
When he came home from school he said he decided he would go see his grandma. I think because it was raining he thought he might not get to go to the pool. It is an indoor pool but we still have to get out if the weather turns bad.
He had a great time it’s his grandma. I’m thankful for their bond and it reminds me of how close I was to mine. On the way home he did pretty well. He told me sorry when he got out of the car but he hadn’t done anything yet. He said, “Pull your hair” touching my hair, and then he hit my pants but not hard. I believe he uses these actions to gauge my reactions to him and what I will say or do. He is learning to process behavior and I’m praying that he will continue to understand that we should give everyone kindness and grace.
The night went quickly and it was full of questions about his days ahead. I’m hoping our appointment on Friday can give us more insight and references to maybe help him through these days when all he can do is concentrate on the moments yet to come. I wonder if he is overthinking it too. I’m thankful for his victories through the days of challenges. Sit, reflect, grow, learn, but most of all love yourself. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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