The Battle of the Socks and Shoes

It was one of those mornings that just starts the day off great. My son woke up happy and was watching his little DVD player and asked if he could have some "meatballs" (doughnut holes). We were doing great until it was time to get dressed. We'd picked out his clothes last night before bed so everything would be ready this morning. Well, it all started with the shirt, he wanted to pick a different shirt--fine. Then we got his pants on--he is very skinny so regular pants are just ridiculous on him--I had to use the adjustable waistband and cinch them all the way. He didn't like that but I pulled up his pull-up and he could deal. Then came the socks. Lord have mercy, please! The socks are what broke the camel's back. I won't go into the details but there was plenty of screaming and crying and the end result was me holding him down to put his shoes on. Then I had to push my hysterical child out the door, to the car, and then into the car. I'm a bad mom because he wouldn't get in his seat so I put him in and just clipped the top part and off we went. We live just a few blocks from school but it was raining this morning.  When I got him to school there's all of the smiling ladies waiting to help all of the precious children into school. He went---he didn't want to but one of them reached for his hand and talked to him and led him right inside.

I don't know about other moms out there, but having a morning like that just saps an kind of emotion that I might have had at this hour of the morning. This kind of thing isn't unusual for my son, but he really had been doing well, BUT he also has been wearing sandals for the past 4 months and no socks. My son hates the little seemingly insignificant transitions. The bigger ones he can cope with quite well but when you think about how many seemingly insignificant transitions there are in a day they all add up to just sap you of all of your energy. I hope that other moms with their sensory kids had a much better morning than I did.....