Special Mom’s blog

Today was a big day with the painting job. Areas targeted were the kitchen and the main bathroom. Both these rooms have so much knick knacks, cleaning out the space is hard.

My boy went out with his aide for half day and came home after lunch to find everything messy. He already was prepared verbally but seeing the mess he just went to his room and put on his headphones and music and went into his world. He was not upset at all, anyhow I need to have an eye on him so that he doesn’t tumble onto paint or other stuff when he gets up to go to the bathroom.

Okay, today was also big time therapy for me. I love clearing stuff out! Tomorrow is trash day and some things old need to go. My husband wanted a file cabinet and I found a plastic chest filled with sensory stuff my boy used many many moons ago. Old dried play dough, chewy toys, broken crayons, squishy toys and the list goes on. There were some art work that I had some sentiments attached to, but I did let it go today! I saved some money by just cleaning this chest. I had to remind myself new things not only occupies space but collects dust.

I am feeling guilty not doing anything with my boy. But this is the part I call it learning self regulation. He asked for a cup of coffee and he is just calming himself down with it. Not everything need to be happening with desk, chair, paper and pencils.😊

When things are not happening according to our wish or there is chaos around us, we throw a tantrum. Instead why not take a break and self regulate ourselves. That is what my boy has done today and situations similar we too can do that to calm our nerves. Meanwhile the shoe rack is still there and we have started putting one shoe at a time inside the closet. Technically one shoe, not a pair 😂🤷‍♀️!I think that needs baby steps.

I didn’t plan to blog out our painting experience, infact I never thought I would. My husband kept asking me if I was tired. Of course, I am tired. But, I do not regret even a little taking on the project. It has been a fun experience for me and a teaching moment for my son. So yes, I ended up writing more about it than I thought I would.