Tuesday It Isn’t

Owen wouldn’t go to sleep last night. Owen wouldn’t wake up this morning. And when he did he proclaimed “I’m cranky”, and quickly said, “it’s Monday”. He fought sleep last night. He fought everything last night. He was happy, but wanted to push all the boundaries. This morning he wouldn’t listen. I have to decide the difference between what is the kid not listening, and him not being the able to process what I need him to do. Day two of him going to the potty. Day two of him learning what he can do when he goes to the potty. But we are getting there. We were running late this morning. I needed him to get his jacket, and turn off his tablet. He ran around turning off the lights instead, getting his milk out of the refrigerator, and asking for “cracker”, his beloved snack. We got his jacket on, I took his tablet, and we walked out the door. As we were walking down the street, I could see Owen’s bus approaching. There’s generally a five minute window for the bus. He was on the early side, and we were on the late side, but we made it. As we were getting ready to leave, Owen noticed his milk wasn’t on the table, his cereal wasn’t there either, and there was a light on in the other room; all of these had to be changed before we could go. Some days he is fine if things are not in their place, other days he cries, or screams until I can figure out what is wrong, and make things right again. He sees the world in picture format, knowing when something is out of place. I have to be careful to not make everything routine, but as close to routine as possible; so that he can process the transitions. For my house I have on the street parking. Generally we can always park in front of my house, but occasionally there are people in front of it, so we have to park further away. We parked three houses down, he didn’t want to get out of the car at first, yelling “homeNa” the whole time. Once I got him out of the car, I had to carry him to our house. He was kicking, and screaming, pulling my hair the entire time. Now all my neighbors try to park in different spots, and ask their guests to do the same, but there are still days this happens. I can’t ask the whole world not to park in front of our house, or change for us, but I can ask for love, compassion, and understanding; what we all deserve. Together we can make a difference, together we can find solutions, and together we can watch the world grow. Find your passion, and see how it changes you. Smiles to all and donut daze!