Some Days Are Harder Than Others

It's only 8:46 p.m. and I am dog tired. This day is a cold one, especially by Charlotte standards, and it was necessary to have Alec wear a coat. So, basically, the day started out with Matt and me struggling to get Alec to wear a heavy coat. By struggling, I mean it took the two of us to get him into it. Coats are a big issue with some kids with autism spectrum disorders. That and shoes. At least I can get him to wear shoes now.

So, once we had Alec in the coat he was off to his early intervention class in tears which did not stop once he made it to the classroom. Even though the coat came off, his morning had started off badly and he didn't want to stay.

Matt drops him off in the mornings, so he had to pry himself away so he could be at work. Not a great way to start the day for any of us, and especially not for Alec.

When I came to pick him up at 1:30, he had had some sort of mishap with a bookcase and had a nasty scrap and bruise on his cheek. Poor little guy! I felt awful for him. BUT.... he quickly and easily put on his coat and we were off. I had been praying that I could get him to wear it home. Since he was so good about it, we stopped by Target to get him a reward, yet another Thomas the Tank train, which he loves with all of his heart. Incidentally, Thomas the Tank Engines are a big item with ASD kids, too.

So, Alec is now in bed and has been read two (very long...) books. I'm beat. I hear Elise and Matt coming in the door downstairs, so time for round two of the bed time ritual.

More later.... and good night.