It was a little tough to leave Levi this morning. Mostly, because I knew that I would be picking him up alone and not being able to share this moment with William is hard. I'm so proud of what an awesome child I have and it hurts to not have William here to witness it and take some deserved credit along the way. Levi, of course, did wonderfully at school. But this isn't my first time to leave him... so I knew it would be fine. The teachers were extremely nice and I really feel good about them.
Work was great... I love being around my SLP peers. They are a really fun group and are seriously awesome. It takes a pretty special group of people to do what we do. It helps that we are mostly women... but our token male, D, really helps keep us all upbeat, laughing and on our toes. Today I asked if I could "pick his brain" and he quickly replied "sure, but there's not much left". He also kept raising his hand during our DVD CEU presentation... as if the virtual presenter would call on him. Oh D....
Thrilled to be back in the classroom next week. I am apprehensive about what the year will bring... but I have learned, just expect the worst and hope for the best. And NEVER SAY NEVER. Seriously... just about the time you think "it couldn't get any worse" or "we have never had a crazier year/class/kid/situation" the UNthinkable will walk through the door. I will also be tackling a new bear this year in the form of eight to ten kindergarteners with severe disabilities.... pray for me. Can't wait to see what they teach me.
Most of all, I'm so happy to feel like I'm getting back into some semblance of a routine. I loved my days of nannying and running and school... when I had a schedule. And then I loved my days of working and running and playing wife to William. And then the last six months happened... and they were so unstructured that they would drive anyone on the spectrum (or just anyone at all) into a serious meltdown. Actually... I melted down multiple times about the lack of structure in our lives.
So today I got up, got Levi ready and to school, worked, picked him up, played with him, ate dinner, put him to bed and then ran (thank God for high school baby sitters). I could seriously get used to it. And I think I will.
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