Switching to Daylight Savings Time can feel really hard. It affects my kids, too. I tried to get them to bed a bit early last night. To no avail. They mostly stayed up too late, trying to fall asleep.
This morning was a bit rough.
I woke up with a sinus headache that made my world spin sickeningly, but I’ve learned. I took care of myself first, drank a bit of coffee to cure my spiritual woes (Ahhhh!) and ate some food to allow me to take some ibuprofen.
First, my son’s pants were too tight. I made a point to be sure that everybody had clothes for today, I thought I put 3 pairs of pants in his dresser. He wore one pair to a party yesterday, and this morning there was only 1 pair clean. At least 5 pairs of jeans are clean, but talk about a meltdown trigger.
After he quit screaming, I told him that I had a bad headache and that if he screams I would not help him. I discovered that these pants have the elastic sizers in them. I unbuttoned them and he said they might be okay.
Then I went to the bathroom and took a moment to calm myself down. I went downstairs to find that my while my youngest was fine and eating breakfast, my oldest was wheezing on the couch and holding his chest. He had already had a hit from his rescue inhaler, and I got him to take his QVAR inhaler. I also found him an Alavert because that seems to help.
Then I realized that we played at a park with all the kids at the end of the party yesterday, and though there was still snow on the ground, there were primroses blooming. Joy! Apparently spring allergy season has started.
I think the asthma attack is real, but then there’s also the TCAP issue. This is a state mandated test, today is reading, one of his hardest subjects. I’ve talked to the school, I’ve seen the work he can do, but he feels that he’s “too dumb to take the test.” So now, I’m not sure if the asthma is anxiety, or if it’s allergies.
I talked to him about how to just get through the test. I talked to him about if he just gets overwhelmed, he can go to the nurse’s office and they’ll call me.
Last night, I thought I had him convinced to go to school and at least try. But then this morning he doesn’t want to go. So, here he is at home with me. Mostly happy, and coughing just a little bit. I’ve called his therapist to see if she can talk to him and give me some tips in helping him cope.
I wish I knew the right answer.