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End of Year Anxiety

The anxiety beast is running rampant through our house right now. With 3 weeks and one hour of school in front of my boys, there is a complete sense of the unknown in front of us. Jake feels it. Tate feels it. I feel it…both mine and theirs.

I remember being in a state of immense joy when school was almost over for the summer. No more teachers, no more books…no more principal’s dirty looks….and all that jazz. Except for my kids. The end of the school year means change. And change, well, change means anxiety. Lots of it. 

Tate has several little transitions to get through as we approach summer. First, his teacher is out of school right now after a medical  procedure. She returns next week. He has her for 2 weeks, then, and then has a week break, and then starts up ESY part-time. He also will have ABA in the afternoons…and most likely a new therapist on weekday mornings to fill the session times that his afternoon therapists cannot manage. He’s been sleeping like a baby…like a newborn baby. Up a lot, whining, crying…it’s been exhausting.

As the school year winds down, items are coming off of walls, expected wall adornments are put away for the summer, and everywhere one walks, there’s a sense of moving on, of routine change and the like. Tate has been scripting about his aide “breaking” his schedule. Turns out, she was helping to clear some of the posters and his visual schedule ripped. *sigh* (She put it back together…thankfully she knows how much he relies on it!!)

Jake is having the most anxiety about his teacher for fourth grade. He keeps asking his third grade teacher to be his fourth grade one. While sweet, it shows how anxious he is about the change. Thankfully, though, he will get to meet his new teacher before the end of the year so that we can visit her classroom a few times over the summer. He keeps asking what happens next. I can only go over the next few weeks so many times before I get short with him and lose my temper. Then I feel guilty…until he asks me, yet again, what comes next.

I am anxious about how the change in routine from school, to summer (for a week), to summer school, to ESY, to day camp, to therapy, to play dates, to random summer activities will go. I am not as rigid as my children, but the changes in routine make me a little nervous, too. I like to know what’s coming…and, well, one never quite knows..especially when children are involved.

So, we’re trying to muddle along over the next couple of weeks…none of which is really a typical week. This week the boys have Friday off for an inservice day. Next Wednesday they have early release. The following Monday is Memorial Day, and the last week they have a full day of school on Monday and our obligatory hour on Tuesday. 

Throw in a handful of end-of-the year activities like field trips (for both of my older two boys), a spring music concert for Tate (still not sure if we should go), Jake’s bridging ceremony for Cub Scouts (Webelo’s here we come!!) and we’re all out of whack. 

Maybe it’s time I start doing yoga again…I feel my blood pressure rising, my heart rate increasing, and my breathing race as I start to think about all that’s coming our way in the next 4 weeks….eeek!!!


Six and a half weeks

My boys have six and a half weeks of this school year left. SIX AND A HALF WEEKS!!! This school year has really flown by…wasn’t it just November?! As always, I am prepping for summer way in advance, making sure that all bases are covered. I registered Jake for his math and reading “skill retention” classes. I secured his teacher as a tutor again for this summer. He is registered for 4 weeks of day camp once summer school is over. He also is doing a 3-day overnight Cub Scout camp with Hubz.

I am working with Tate’s team to figure out the optimal placement and arrangement for him. Originally I thought we’d do another summer of double sessions of ABA every day, opting out of Extended School Year (ESY). Then I found out that his teacher, who just gets Tate and is able to get through his clutter, is teaching his section of ESY. Decisions!!! This is on top of the fact that he’s really, really starting to make true connections to his peers. He is having conversations with them. He is playing with them. He is using the “poop” talk with them, but it is age appropriate, even if I don’t care for it. His teacher suggested possibly just doing ESY 2 consecutive days a week (rather than the offered 4 days a week), and to go from there. I really think it would be beneficial to him. Now, I have to fly it by our ABA Director. Not sure how she’s going to like that.

I am also trying to figure out some plans for Cole. Our park district runs a preschool camp, which would be two mornings a week, just like preschool has been. I think he may enjoy it…so I need to go enroll him. I am also thinking of enrolling him in a preschool sport…but not sure which one. I can choose from soccer or t-ball. He doesn’t seem to have a real preference, so I need to see which one fits into our schedules.

I know some things will not work out perfectly, but we always have to have a plan, and we have to work on “selling” that plan to the boys well ahead of the actual summer.


Superior Summer Plans?

Yesterday I was sitting at our YMCA, aka “The Y”, and was watching Jake during swimming lessons. Tate was with me, playing a game on my phone. Cole was in the childcare room.

To back-track, Jake does swimming lessons not so much because he can’t swim (he is quite a fish, actually), but because it helps him organize and gain coordination and confidence. He loves being in the water.

Ok, back to my story….we were sitting there and two other women sat next to us. They have kids around the same age as mine. The one has a son who is on Jake’s lacrosse team. The other has a son and a daughter right in the age range of my older 2 boys. We said polite hello’s and went about our own activities.

As I sat and played word games with Tate, which work on his speech/language skills, these other 2 women talked about their plans for the summer. They were like 2 teenagers, who talked just loud enough that the rest of us could hear all about how fantastic they are. You know what I mean…. I have to say, must be nice to have ridiculous money.

(I am paraphrasing what I heard. Some words may be different…but you get the gist.)

Mom A: So, we’re going to our beach house for a month. Then, we have a week here, then we go with our friends from (nearby affluent town) to their house for a week. I am putting the kids in day camp here at the Y for a week, because I have stuff to get done. And then it’s time for football training. (FYI, football is HUGE around here.)

Mom B: Wow! You’re busy. We’re going to Traverse City (MI), and we’re doing a long weekend in California. The kids can’t wait to go swimming…they are in the water for 8 hours a day, I swear. We’ll hit the shops, and can’t wait to go to all of the cute local restaurants…sit out on the patios, drinking my wine…this one place has an area where the kids go play. It’s fantastic. We’re opening our pool this weekend, too….

Mom A: Oh, sounds great. Have you got your bathing suit yet?

Mom B: Ugghhh, yes. I need to lose some weight.

Mom A: oh, you look great!

Mom B: Oh, thanks. Hey, we should have you guys on the boat before you leave! The kids can play on the beach, we can have our wine…Husband can grill out. It will be great!

Mom A: Yes! We must do that! I could have my friend cater it, if you want–she’s like Martha Stewart!

They then proceeded to talk about needing massages and mani-pedi’s and favorite stylists at the local spa. Mom A dropped the name of a few boutiques. Mom B complained about her tailor. Mom A made a joke about needing a job to fund her fun stuff. Mom B said that she thought about it, but it just isn’t worth it because it would bump them into the next tax bracket, and ugh who wants that?!

I was about to roll my eyes so hard that it would have been heard, but I used restraint. I just exhaled deeply.

I wasn’t jealous of the other women….I was just amazed by their behavior during their conversation. Like they had to prove to each other how awesome they were. Or to the rest of us. All I was worried about was making sure that my kid didn’t start his potty-talk echolalia in super-loud volume….I am in such a different place than those women.

Would I love to have a summer house or rent a place for a couple of weeks?? Sure…but I just have other priorities right now. Our fabulous summer plans include therapy and summer school and daycamp. And time at the local beach, spraypark, neighborhood park, the zoo, and our own backyard. We will roast marshmallows, and grill out. We’ll get ice-cream, and go for walks around the block while we lick popsicles and allow the juice to dribble down our chins. We’ll have sleepovers in the basement and scooter races in the driveway. It isn’t expensive or glamorous…but it will be fun.

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