Anxiousness is where we were at this morning. Too much information, not enough information, and all the information in between make for a very interesting morning. I told Owen that he may not get to go to all the things he wanted to go to over the next few days because of the weather. Telling him and not telling him provide two different but very same outcomes. But both of them lead to anxiousness. Keeping him calm is my top priority because his calmness helps me remain calm. When I say he asks me ten times about the same thing it is more like a hundred.
Calm and anxious all at the same time was how he woke up. He was concerned for all the days forward but was handling it in those waking moments. I told him there was a two-hour delay and that is when all the questions started. It is so hard for him to have his routine disrupted. He even wanted to go to bed early last night so he could go see his teacher. As the questions rolled in I tried to figure out our morning without letting him know that more things were changing.
Distracting him with learning more states was not the way to go at this point but I tried anyway. I added two more states and capitals to his list. His adorable way of saying them is pure magic but I say it over and over with him emphasizing the differences with the letters. We will go over these for a few days and keep building on them until we have all the states.
This is where the morning got going. Grandma was coming to pick us up. I had to go to an appointment and Owen was on a two-hour delay. The roads weren’t bad near us but it was all the different moments we had to work through. Winter and routine are not two words that are ever in the same sentence unless you are writing about moments like these.
The decision to wait to tell him that Grandma was picking us up was one of those overthinking moments. By the time I was ready to talk about it, she was almost there. He was happy but once we got in the car he had to go through each step again. It is so much for him to process. And it is so much for me to process too. He was excited she picked us up but he was also missing his ride to school on the bus.
“Shorts in the waiting room” I kept thinking about this over and over. I sat waiting for my appointment and a guy was sitting there in shorts, in winter, on a very cold day. It didn’t bother me but I kept thinking if Owen was with me how do I explain this? He asks to wear shorts all the time and technically he could but he has a hard time expressing when he is cold or hot so I don’t want him to get too cold wearing them. As he gets older I know he will be able to explain more and he will be able to decide what he wants to wear.
Afternoon my appointment my mom came back to pick me up and I went home for a few hours before I had to pick Owen up for his therapy. His teacher let me know he was having a rough afternoon and couldn’t completely explain why he was upset. It’s hard when I know he is having a rough day and can’t tell me. I gave him the choice of whether he wanted to go home but he was happy to go to therapy though and off we went.
He wanted to get out of the car and sit on the steps but I told him he had to wait because it was so cold. He was doing clock math well. I told him we would get out of the car at 1:55 so he could sit on the steps and he kept telling me how many minutes he had left. He has come so far with the clock and how to tell time even though I think his body could tell it just fine before.
He did well with his therapist. She said she could tell he was a little sad but she could see a lot of progress for him. When he went to her room he took off his jacket and tried to put it on the back of the chair. She said that she usually does that and he tried to do it all by himself. He also peeled the back of the stickers off that they were using. He has come a long way with stickers because he never used to want them at all. He would scream and throw them on the ground. If you handed him one with the sticky part he would start crying.
He was not happy that he might miss celebrating his grandma’s birthday on the right day because of the snow. He told me that if he can’t go on Sunday to be with her then he will go on Monday and listed all the way until Saturday. I told him we would try to celebrate on Sunday if the weather is fine. This was another huge step for him to even want to celebrate birthdays. I’m so proud of his progress.
Nighttime came and he was hoping the snow wouldn’t come so once again he dispersed the leprechauns to help but unfortunately, they did not get out quickly enough and school was canceled for tomorrow. He will be so disappointed. We will try to do lots of activities and see if he wants to play in the snow if we get it. Each day is a gift being his mommy and I’m so thankful. Be inspired to do good works. The street goes both ways and you will see the rewards. Smiles to all and donut daze!
Calm and anxious all at the same time was how he woke up. He was concerned for all the days forward but was handling it in those waking moments. I told him there was a two-hour delay and that is when all the questions started. It is so hard for him to have his routine disrupted. He even wanted to go to bed early last night so he could go see his teacher. As the questions rolled in I tried to figure out our morning without letting him know that more things were changing.
Distracting him with learning more states was not the way to go at this point but I tried anyway. I added two more states and capitals to his list. His adorable way of saying them is pure magic but I say it over and over with him emphasizing the differences with the letters. We will go over these for a few days and keep building on them until we have all the states.
This is where the morning got going. Grandma was coming to pick us up. I had to go to an appointment and Owen was on a two-hour delay. The roads weren’t bad near us but it was all the different moments we had to work through. Winter and routine are not two words that are ever in the same sentence unless you are writing about moments like these.
The decision to wait to tell him that Grandma was picking us up was one of those overthinking moments. By the time I was ready to talk about it, she was almost there. He was happy but once we got in the car he had to go through each step again. It is so much for him to process. And it is so much for me to process too. He was excited she picked us up but he was also missing his ride to school on the bus.
“Shorts in the waiting room” I kept thinking about this over and over. I sat waiting for my appointment and a guy was sitting there in shorts, in winter, on a very cold day. It didn’t bother me but I kept thinking if Owen was with me how do I explain this? He asks to wear shorts all the time and technically he could but he has a hard time expressing when he is cold or hot so I don’t want him to get too cold wearing them. As he gets older I know he will be able to explain more and he will be able to decide what he wants to wear.
Afternoon my appointment my mom came back to pick me up and I went home for a few hours before I had to pick Owen up for his therapy. His teacher let me know he was having a rough afternoon and couldn’t completely explain why he was upset. It’s hard when I know he is having a rough day and can’t tell me. I gave him the choice of whether he wanted to go home but he was happy to go to therapy though and off we went.
He wanted to get out of the car and sit on the steps but I told him he had to wait because it was so cold. He was doing clock math well. I told him we would get out of the car at 1:55 so he could sit on the steps and he kept telling me how many minutes he had left. He has come so far with the clock and how to tell time even though I think his body could tell it just fine before.
He did well with his therapist. She said she could tell he was a little sad but she could see a lot of progress for him. When he went to her room he took off his jacket and tried to put it on the back of the chair. She said that she usually does that and he tried to do it all by himself. He also peeled the back of the stickers off that they were using. He has come a long way with stickers because he never used to want them at all. He would scream and throw them on the ground. If you handed him one with the sticky part he would start crying.
He was not happy that he might miss celebrating his grandma’s birthday on the right day because of the snow. He told me that if he can’t go on Sunday to be with her then he will go on Monday and listed all the way until Saturday. I told him we would try to celebrate on Sunday if the weather is fine. This was another huge step for him to even want to celebrate birthdays. I’m so proud of his progress.
Nighttime came and he was hoping the snow wouldn’t come so once again he dispersed the leprechauns to help but unfortunately, they did not get out quickly enough and school was canceled for tomorrow. He will be so disappointed. We will try to do lots of activities and see if he wants to play in the snow if we get it. Each day is a gift being his mommy and I’m so thankful. Be inspired to do good works. The street goes both ways and you will see the rewards. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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