The zzz train done left the building. I was sound asleep and I hear Mickey talking or at least I thought I did. It quickly change to the alphabet and maybe some animal sounds in all what seemed like a thirty-second timeframe. I realized I wasn’t dreaming but my reality was waking me. Owen had gotten out of his bed and was playing with his tablet on the couch. I tried to grasp what time it was thinking I may have overslept. I try to focus on the clock and it said it was only a few minutes after two. This could not be possible I thought, knowing that it was completely possible. I got up and I told him he needed to put his tablet up and go back to bed. He told me no. I told him if he didn’t go back to bed then he couldn’t see his teacher or go to therapy because he would be too tired. Surprisingly this worked, not fast, but it worked. He went to his bed and then to my bed and after about thirty minutes he became one with the blanket burrito status in my bed and he was out. It took me a little longer. When he woke for the day he was happy but had all the regular demands for me. We read together and this time he chose one of his favorite books. I think he is now looking forward to reading with me every day. We got ready and we went to wait for the bus. I had longer jeans on so Owen kept stopping and bending down to pull up my pant leg so he could see where it was landing on my shoe. I tried to explain to him he cannot stop and drop right in front of me as I’m walking but thankfully I didn’t trip over him. When I picked him up from school for therapy he said, “it’s too hot to be outside no swinga today”. I loved how he was observant and was probably telling me what the teacher or aide had said. He did pretty good at therapy with a few moments that were hard but at least he is working through more of his emotions. When we got home it seemed like he ate nonstop. He asked for chips. I told him I don’t have any more. I told him I had veggie straws. He looked at the bag and he said, “blue bag please” because the chips are in the blue bag. I told him he could look there are no blue bags. He ate the straws. The night went quickly and he fell asleep in my arms. I hope tonight is the night for sleep. I’m thankful for his words and his actions. He is learning to be himself and share his story. Never give up on the hope for tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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