Weeeee!

Summer is almost over!!! Here in the Northwest the weather has already given in and we're seeing cool temps and leaves falling.

I'm scared for my baby. About a month ago we began talking about school. Two weeks ago the behaviors began revving up and they haven't shown any sign of letting up. Piper's stim's from a full two years ago showed up for the party. Good times.

What is there to be so nervous about?

Everything.

New school, new teacher, and a new daycare.

Poor Piper. She's not enjoying being dsyregulated either.  She was echolalicly stimming a line from her favorite documentary of the moment I tried redirecting her and then asked "are you able to stop?" and the look she gave me was one of  I wish I could and she said "no, I can't Mommy". Broke. My. Heart.

I'm not feeling any less anxious as there have been several last minute major snafu's perpetrated by her school district and her new teacher whom we've never met hasn't bothered to return my calls to set up a before the first day meeting.  I'm not inspired or excited and if I wasn't the sole financial support for this child I would be homeschooling. Color me NOT impressed.

The only reason I am happy about going back to school is that it means her father wont be at my house every day to care for Pie. He's been staying with her at my house while school's been out. I set up a kind of "camp" for them with weekly activities. He has even taught her to read and speak more than 50 Spanish vocabulary words. She has enjoyed him being more involved and I am happy to hear speak with pride about her Dad.

Mixed blessings. I guess I am used to that.

I for one hate this time of year. BAH! Here's to the speedy arrival of October, friends. I raise my glass to you!