School starts again on Monday. King Ben’s school is on winter break for three weeks. Three. Weeks.
Because he’s a runner and a fast runner I’m terrified to take him anywhere by myself. He’s nonverbal and has no concept of danger. So we’ve spent the past three weeks stuck in the house except for an occasional trip to the grocery store where he sits in the part of the cart where the food usually goes. He’s 8. And big. He fills the whole space. It’s a short trip because I can’t fit many items around him.
We got a dog from the shelter at the start if break. We hoped it could be his friend. Eventually, with training, maybe his service dog.
He likes the dog but he’s still inappropriate in his play really often. He hits, kicks, pulls ears & tail and tries to poke the dogs eyes out. Instead if making this break easier on both if us it’s doubled my work.
Yes, I’m whining a bit. I have Fibromyalgia and that just adds to my exhaustion. I’m doing my best to keep Ben from being too bored but some days it’s difficult for me to even get out of bed.
Anyway, school starts Monday and I may just cry some tears of thankfulness as that little yellow bus pulls away. I’ll go back inside, do my happy dance and collapse back in bed, thankful to have survived another school break.