On Thursday I spent some time talking with my friend, another autism mama, on the phone. At some point I told her I was a little bit worried that I over-scheduled the Roc for June. The Roc is going to be busy. Very busy. Special needs day camp for a week, social skills camp the week after, his usual hippotherapy, music therapy, occupational therapy, and skills trainer, as well as a 2 week swim camp and ESY which starts at the end of June. There are a few days where he will have three different activities. Busy.
School ended on Thursday. The Roc had a play date on Friday morning and as soon as the van door slid closed when we dropped his classmate off at 1 pm the Roc started asking,
“What can I do now? What can I do when I get home? What can I do after that?”
And that has how the weekend has gone.
“What can I do now? What can I do after that?” the Roc has asked me continuously throughout the day(s.) It’s exhausting. When I set him up with an activity it only lasts so long and then he is asking what he can do next. Or what he can eat next. He needs help with everything. Up and down, up and down I go. Sit down, stand up, run up the stairs and back down. Over and over.
By Sunday afternoon GC and I were running out of ideas and patience. After a movie, a “birthday party” with mommy, building a trap for his stuffed animals, play dough, and drawing with markers the Roc was still asking,
“What can I do now?”
GC and I started to get a little punchy.
“Mommmmy? What can I do now?” the Roc asked for the hundredth time.
“I don’t know Roc….how about you do your homework?” I said. (I know, it’s summer, but I’m calling the math and language workbooks he is working on this summer his homework. Consistency is key.)
“No!” the Roc shouted.
“Go poop,” GC said. I looked over my shoulder to see GC laughing to himself.
“NO!” the Roc shouted again.
“Those are both suggestions,” I told him.
“Watch the birds,” GC suggested.
“What?” the Roc asked.
“You know, watch the birds…quietly. Do some bird watching.”
“Do some biiiiiirrrrrd watching!” the Roc sing-songed as he jumped around the room.
I bent over at the waist laughing, imagining the Roc watching the birds…quietly.
There is no quiet in this house.
“Mommy? What can I do now?” the Roc asked again.
I looked at the clock. Only five more hours until bedtime.
“How about you watch another movie?” I suggested, completely exhausted by the last couple days.
“Okay, and can I have a snack with it?”
“Just one,” I told him, knowing that he would be asking me for more as soon as he finished it.
I sighed and looked at the clock again.
It only took me three days to realize I’m not worried about over scheduling the Roc anymore.
Tomorrow is the first day of day camp.
I can’t wait.