Snow isn’t a given in our little corner of the Pacific Northwest. In fact, we have had none the past two years.
The local weathermen have been whispering rumors about snow….but we are never quite sure whether to believe them or not. Monday morning I woke up and peeked outside with trepidation…nope, not a flake of snow. Just green, green grass.
An hour later, it was snowing.
Snow is always exciting to our kids. When Apollo awoke I said, “I have something to show you” and carried him over to the window. As I pulled the curtain back and he caught sight of the powdery white ground…his face lit up and he whispered, in awe, “Thank you, Mama!” Next, he hugged my neck with his skinny arms as his body melted into mine.
It was a fine moment.
I’m going to be honest with you….I am not in charge of the weather. I have exactly ZERO control over whether it snows or not. And if it were up to me, it would never be cold enough to snow. But in that moment? I happily accepted the hug…and was even happy for the snow that inspired it.
And by the time they returned home from school? It was all melted.
They were devastated.
I have a few funny stories I have to tell you about Apollo. The day we went down to have his packing removed from his incision I gave him hydrocodone (Vicodin) half an hour before his appointment. The procedure was still painful, but we were happy he at least had some pain meds on board. On the way home I was explaining to Hezekiah why we needed to keep Apollo calm.
“He’s feeling good right now because he’s on drugs, but we need to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself…” Before I could even finish Apollo piped up from the back, “Yeah, I feel GREAT! I love this drug!”
Yep, and that’s why they prescribe in in such small doses.
The other day Frodo was getting hyper (he is a puppy after all) and Apollo said, “Mom, you really need to get Frodo un-spermed”.
“Do you mean neutered?”
“Yeah, un-spermed so he can’t have babies”.
And now on to a serious question…I am having so much trouble getting Apollo to school. Some days he’s fine, other days he says he’s sick, school is boring, he just wants to homeschool…this is so hard. He deals with anxiety (which is why we put him in school in the first place) but it is so hard (and some days impossible) to force him on the bus or even into the school if I drive him.
He asks why he has to go to school and I tell him so he can learn…then he just asks to homeschool. I know he needs to practice separating…but this is killing me. I know the academics could be done in less than an hour…but I also know he needs to be away from me…thoughts? Have you ever deal with anxiety or a kid refusing to go to school?