The kids started camp on Monday.
We Kevin signed them up at the local YMCA. Gracie wanted to do drama camp and Cameron regular, plain old. I wanted to look into sending Gracie to the local theater’s camp and figured Cam could do something local through the town or school. To be honest, I would prefer they didn’t go to camp. I absolutely love being with them while Owen is at school. These two are fabulous company and we are able to do so many things that we can’t do when Owen is home. These can be little things like going to the mall or bigger things like the local aquarium. Heck, they are happy to go out to breakfast. Or do lunch at Chuck E Cheese. And I love sharing these moments of happiness with them. They also enjoy hanging out at home watching what they like on the television or playing–uninterrupted–with their toys and games.
Camp. Wouldn’t you know–the pick up and drop offs are at different places. Easy enough in the morning but two times I have to get Owen in and out of the car. And Gracie’s theater is right on a local highway. Cameron’s pick up is where Owen went swimming over the winter. Needless to say, Owen is unhappy that we are not going swimming. Monday he was both self-injurious and aggressive. He was punching himself in the head and biting me. I worked it out with the camp director that Gracie can pick up Cameron. She is such a good kid.
Today, when we went to pick Gracie up at 3:45pm–the door was locked shut. There was Owen and I standing by the highway. He was angry…hitting his head against the door–knock knock. Sigh. 10 minutes later and employee came up and let everyone in with his key. Needless to say we were a bit late for Cam. Owen was still ticked and we were running late getting home. I tried to phone Owen’s teacher at about 4:16pm. We arrived home at 4:19 and she had written in her note that she stayed till 4:15. I tried to ring her on her cell but got no answer. Oh, was I annoyed. And I had told Owen she was coming and he was crying on the floor and saying her name. It stunk.
We have seen some major regression in Owen over the summer with the loss of the home hours. (We fired the guy who tried to make him eat mac & cheese). He’s only get 4 hours lately…and that’s been sporadic too as his teacher has summer plans. His verbals are down, hand leading is up. And aggressive behaviors are back pretty regularly.
I am half-tempted not to post this but I just feel like I gotta get it out. I know so many people face far greater difficulties than this. But I am just feeling a bit overwhelmed.