… continue from Part 2
After a good night’s sleep, I was still dreading the morning bike ride to school. Yeah, I needed more than 8-ish hours of sleep to forget my feelings of the day before.
Knowing the kids were tired from an emotional evening the night before (family therapy does that every time, even though it is held at our house and does not feel all that intense to me), I let them sleep a bit later, giving us 20-30 minutes to get ready for school and leave. What was I thinking?!?! ADHD remember?
George decided he needed lots of hugs before even getting started for the day. And then he only wanted to get dressed half way before coming to breakfast. After begin sent back several times, he finally was dressed and downstairs. Breakfast of the day – cereal. Quick and easy, right? WRONG!
George is a talker. The more you rush him, the more topics he finds to talk about. Even his verbal apraxia does not slow him down. Add to this the need for movement, and you now have a very chatty child exploring how drops of milk affect his cereal, over and over again. The absolute latest time for leaving has come and gone … and he still has not brushed his teeth, gotten his shoes on, packed his lunch, etc. Meanwhile, this introverted mom is standing there nagging and beginning to fume as all her attempts at getting him to school so he is not late are completely ignored.
Jack, still asleep but not needing to actually be at the location George has to be at, yet unable to be left sleeping alone at home, is woken up and given the simple task of putting on his shoes. “Leave me alone. I am sleeping.” Further prodding to get up only results in a very familiar strain, but with a new twist, “Why do we have to go. Can’t he walk by himself? I am sleeping.”
So much for my consideration for his sleeping and allowing him to stay asleep till 1o minutes before we needed to leave. Hey, I did not even care if he was still in his pajamas while we rode. My standards of dress for Jack’s mornings are pretty much, “As long as it is not indecent, it is acceptable.”
Once everyone was on board with the concept of actually leaving to get George to school, it was already past the time he was supposed to be inside the school building. In one final attempt to get us there before lunch time I told the kids I would be leading and they just needed to keep up. HA!
Along the way, I would glance back to see where the kids were in relation to myself. Usually the answer was, “nowhere near me”.
At times it looked as if they were taking a leisurely Sunday ride to enjoy the leaves. Other times they would stop to say “hi” to a random neighbor whom they had never seen before, but which it was now vitally important for that particular neighbor to not only hear them, but also acknowledge their salutations. Other times one would decide to not cross a main road because there was a car going 35 mph 6. blocks. down. the. road!
Did I mention we had left home when the morning assembly had already started? And I was in a hurry to get him there before lunch time? Yeah, that meant nothing to the kids apparently.
By the time we got to school, Jack decided George needed supervision on the other side of the parking lot in order to park his bike at the bike rack. What neither of them seemed to realize is that this ‘helping’ only makes them both slower. Of course, then came the inevitable argument out of Jack as to why he could not park his bike in the very middle of the entrance walkway.
We entered the building and I made George go to the office to sign in late. When the Principal mentioned that we were not really late, I corrected him. I was cross enough at that point I was not going to let George get any slack. We were supposed to have been at school 45 minutes ago, in time for him to be early and enjoying the library before the school day began. We WERE late; I did not care what the clock or Principal said. It all went over George’s head, though; time is something that does not exist in his world.
… to be continued. Yes, there is even more fun to come.
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