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Loose Ends

As summer winds down for us, I am trying to tie up all of the loose ends that have been dangling down around here. I never realized how many we had!!

One thing I have notoriously avoided around here is going through my boys’ old clothes. Last Saturday, my in-laws took the boys for an overnight. While they were gone, I went through 10 years worth of boys’ clothing. I had gone through some of it in the past, but there was so much of it hoarded away. In the boys’ closets alone, I had the equivalent of 12 bins of clothes. I need help. But, after that weekend, I got it all organized, threw out the really junky items, and donated the items that were really dated or not really in style any more. I still have about 10 bins-worth of clothing. Mostly in the 3T-5 range. Yikes.

We also converted Tate’s old bedroom into a homework/study room. Since the older two boys are in bunk beds and sharing a bedroom, we had a nice big space that was becoming another “crap catcher”. So, Hubz ripped out the carpeting, installed some laminate (with the help of our brother-in-law), and then we got IKEA office furniture to make the space into a functional, organized, dedicated homework space. Everything I have read about ADHD/Executive Functioning disorders indicates that individuals who have these disorders really should have a good place where they know they can do homework and study. Done. Boo-yeah!

I confirmed that Cole was able to be switched to a morning preschool class in our school district preschool. I feel so much relief with that knowledge. Also, I cancelled his spot in the park district preschool. I know we’ll miss some of his friends, but I think this is the best place for him right now, to get him ready for kindergarten next year. (gasp!)

I got the pile of paperwork necessary for proof of residency figured out. I will go prove we live where we say we live tonight once Hubz gets home. Once I give the district 3 forms of proof, I will get teacher assignments and other random papers. Usually, we get a letter from their teachers, too. And extra supply lists.

The boys are all registered for their fall activities. We are going to be busy, as always. But they need to have some fun stuff in their lives.

I got Tate’s school schedule, so I am able to schedule ABA tutors for the next 9 months. Luckily, his classes stayed mostly the same, so we should be able to keep our same therapists on the same days, even though we are using a different provider this year. The transition to the new ABA provider starts this week. I am nervous and excited. Tate is somewhat oblivious to it..and that might be a good thing. Of course, for him, not much is changing. His therapists are remaining the same. The programs will likely change a bit, and the consultant is going to be different, but she sounds very approachable on the phone, so I think he’ll take to the switch just fine.

My presence will be somewhat spotty over the next 2 weeks….but once my boys are in school on August 26th, I’ll have weekday mornings to myself…five days a week.

Settling into Summer Routine

Summer vacation began last week. It was more like a watered-down version of our summer schedule, though. This week, the true test begins. We all have a new routine, again, and it’s throwing me off. I am such a creature of habit and LOVE my routines. When they are blown to bits, or changed significantly, well, I struggle almost as much as my boys do. I guess they come by the anxiety honestly.

I was up at 4:30 this morning. On my own. I can’t even blame my children this time. I had that sense of uneasiness that comes when routines change. It is akin to the start of the school year jitters I used to get as a kid. I laid in bed and dozed on and off for another hour and a half. Cole, my little alarm clock, went off at 6:00. “Mam! Mam! Mam! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Ma! Ma!….JA-AKE!” (Guess he knows that his brother is an early riser.)

I rolled out of bed and got ready for the day. Once I was put together, or, at least somewhat thrown together in a not-totally-haphazard-way, I got the kids dressed and we popped down stairs for breakfast. I got the coffee brewing, and put the tv on for the boys. I set about getting their breakfast of champions ready–cheeze-its and strawberries & blueberries. (Held the fruit for Tate, who informed me that my choices were “too squicky”.)

I was watching the clock, as Jake’s bus was coming to get him at 7:45. Down the block. Granted, as an “official” third grader, my son is more than capable of walking down the street to catch his bus. However, it was his first day, and his jitters were in full force. We managed to get down there with plenty of time to spare. Hubz stayed to help out today, which was greatly appreciated. Tate was all kinds of anxious about Jake going to school, and he kept telling us that he wasn’t going any where.

Once Jake was off to school, and Hubz left for work, Cole, Tate and I hung around. Tate was scripting quite a bit, but was otherwise okay. We had talked about day camp with him over the weekend. This morning he told me he didn’t need to go. I said he did, and he grunted at me and shook his head. Awesome.

Tate’s therapist showed up at 8:30 as we had planned. They worked on one of Tate’s programs before we left. I drove Tate and his therapist to the day camp location, which is about 3/4 of a mile from our house. We drove because Tate’s anxiety would have turned a 20 minute walk into a 40 minute walk. I briefly introduced Tate & his therapist to the teacher. Then I left. To say I had butterflies in my stomach is an understatement. More like a flock of geese.

Cole and I burned an hour at the park. It was sticky. I was sweaty. But we ran around, climbed up ladders, stairs and slid down slides. I pushed Cole on the swings. We had a fun time. Once we hit the hour mark I played the concerned Mom card and said we needed to rehydrate…and he was ok with that, as long as we got to watch Scooby Doo. It was a deal.

We had to get Tate and his therapist at 11:30. When I got to the building, I made sure to stay out of sight. One glimpse of me, and Tate would have bailed. The class was singing a song that I recognized from Tate’s repertoire at school. I was able to sneak a glance of him getting jiggy with it in the classroom. I was glad he was enjoying himself. When I asked his teacher how he did, she said, “Ohhhh, he did greaaaaat! See you on Wednesday!” I asked his therapist. He did pretty well, considering it was a new place, several children and staff he didn’t know, and was loud. He parallel-played with peers, and even commented on a few things his peers said during class–appropriately. He colored his rainbow picture with a proper grasp. He needed prompts to switch colors during coloring, and to not stim in the sand in the sensory table in the classroom. He scripted a lot during the day, and had minimal flapping. He needed some prompts on the playground, but did ok. I’ll strike this up in the “progress” column. A year ago, this never would have been possible, even with an aide.

As we waited for Jake to get home on the bus, Tate’s afternoon therapist arrived. She waited with us, as Tate refused to leave the bus stop without Jake. The transition back to home and therapy did not go well. He had a 15 minute meltdown. We don’t see those often, but when we do, they are exhausting–for everyone.

I’m a little nervous about this afternoon. Jake will have his math tutoring at 3:30. Another transition. Another place. Tomorrow after his afternoon ABA therapy, Tate has OT. This is Jake’s last week of lacrosse, but he has practice on Wednesday and Thursday, and a tournament on Sunday. And Tate has day camp again on Wednesday and Friday..and on Friday, I believe he will be going solo, as the therapist who is supposed to work on Fridays isn’t quite ready yet. It has me incredibly annoyed with the director of our ABA therapy. How do you work with autistic children for 20 years and not understand why a parent is beside herself because the therapy schedule has a huge gaping hole?!

In 4 weeks we change schedules, again. Summer school will be over, and Jake will do full-day, full-week day camp. Tate will be done with his day camp. I’ll be potty-training my stubborn youngest child. The fun continues…..

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