I really am not sure what time Owen got into bed with me but it was somewhere between sleep time and I really want to be asleep time. He woke excited. I should know when he is excited there will be no more sleep but yet I still try. He wanted to go to school. More specifically he wanted his teacher and he wanted to go to school right then to see her. He had me go through all the days of the week with him and what he would be doing. My brain wanted sleep. He kept going. He wanted me to get up and he was running through the house turning the lights on. At this point I know it was somewhere around three. I told him that it was nighttime and he needed to go back to bed. This threw him into a meltdown. He wanted his teacher and he wanted her right that moment, there was no convincing him differently. Somehow I had to calm him and convince him that he would see his teacher in a few hours. He slowly accepted that he would still see her. There’s a teacher planning day next week, right in the middle of the week. This is already a concern for me. I never know how far in advice to warn him of a change in his schedule. In the last month, he has become even more aware of his routine, wanting to repeat it over and over again. We have a calendar that shows what he is doing but he wants to talk about it, going through all of the steps, repeating all of the steps with me several times. We never went back to sleep. We met the bus a few hours later and he couldn’t have been happier when he saw the bus “turn de corner” to get him. The smile that washed over his face is what keeps me going. Find your smile and share it with the world because you never know who it might help get through their day. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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