|oh, but don't get too excited Jack. |
You still have a bazillion days of school left first.
I've been a little scarce lately. Things have been a little stressful, and this all leads to BURNOUT.
Good old burnout. It's an old friend. I had the most horrendous day on Saturday. I've been finding lately that most Saturdays my son is nearly unlivable. He runs anywhere from being lovable, to being completely obnoxious, to being an unbearable pest, to belligerent, to physically aggressive, combative, and utterly relentless.
I was trapped at home all day too, because The Man was gone out. All day. He didn't get home till very, very late. I don't begrudge him a day off. We both need them. I'm glad he went out and had fun, but I don't know if people with "neurotypical" kids get it when I say that I truly am trapped when I'm at home with the kids. And all I wanted to do was go out and buy a trellis for my new clematis that is as yet waiting to be planted.
Oh wait--I could go out...if I wanted to have a 20 minute fight complete with screaming, pleading, wailing, sobbing, biting and hitting. But I like to keep the peace, so I give in and stay home.
Peace? What peace? While I was home, I endured Jack's obsessiveness, him constantly badgering me, and a nice time-out that ended with a chunk of plaster getting knocked out of the wall. Luckily we don't always have days this bad.
And then, on Sunday? POOF! MAGIC! Jack is back to being his sweet, lovable, fun self. I am guessing that Saturdays are a write off because it's the upheaval day; the transition from the rigidly scheduled week, to the scattered, haphazard weekend.
But this is all just me babbling on.
What I really want to talk about is THE END OF THE SCHOOL YEAR. Here, we still have one month left of school. There are about 23 school days left. We're in the "home stretch", right?
It's driving Jack CRAZY. He still doesn't have a solid grasp of the whole "time" concept. He understands that tomorrow is a new day. He understands the order of the days of one week. He understands that after several days of suffering through school, a weekend will show up. He does not understand how long 23 days is.
To him, I might as well have said: "JACK, YOU HAVE 1346494934929292976464621 DAYS OF SCHOOL LEFT."
It's making the kid nuts. It's like a giant, golden carrot is being dangled over his head. The prize is right there! All things at school are telling him that it's almost done. The end is near. But when? When is summer vacation going to come?
The kid is having trouble falling asleep at night. As he lays in his bed, in agony, flipped over on his scrunched blankets with his head at the foot end, twitching and jerking in despair, asking me WHEN, WHEN, WHEN is summer vacation?!? I just don't know what to do.
I'm asking you, parents of kids on the spectrum: how do you handle this end of school conundrum?!? Do you just use patience? Do you just try to take it one day at a time? How do you get your kids to the end of the school year with as little anxiety as possible??? Do you use special calendars? Do you have reward systems?
Seriously, let me know. I'd love to hear from you.