Yay... Morning’s! (sorta)
Alexander, my 6 year old, middle son, who so happens to have ADHD has many a quirks about him. The first of which is his mornings. Most ADHD children wake up groggy due to difficulty falling asleep the night before. Not my Alex. In fact the best part of our day together is the time between waking him up and him getting ready for school. That’s right, the best part of my day consists of about 15 minutes.
I pull him by his feet towards the edge of his mattress (I know, sounds weird, refer to the pic).
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Kids are hidden in their cave. Only safe way for retrieval is to pull the feet! |
He stretches up and makes his already skinny frame slimmer. And then he puts his arms forward for me to pick him up. I lift my 6 year old out of bed and we hug while I say things like “good morning” and “I love you.” He responds in like and often times enters silly Alex mode. This mode can be filled with a cute “aahhhh” sound akin to Littlefoot yawning from the movie A Land Before Time,
baby talk that is not at all annoying (maybe because I’m only half awake myself) or an outright hilarious dance like this:
The coolest dance you will ever see |
This is when he showers me with “you’re the best mom ever” and “I just want to snuggle with you.” I give him his medicine, which is completely painless and he enjoys. He tells me again something about his love or my awesomeness (are you starting to understand why this part of my day is the best?). I proceed to make breakfast and call him and his brother, Jackson, to the table. This is usually when all hell breaks loose.
To be fair it has become progressively better as we try new things. I put a kids show, usually Wild Kratts, on when they wake up (I’ve tried going without it and Jackson won’t even open his eyes for breakfast). But I have had to limit it to one show even though they are still eating, otherwise Mr. Distracto won’t eat his food and I say “Alex, EAT!” about 50 times. Okay, one show solves that problem.
Next, after turning off the show the kids look at verses in their AWANA handbooks (like girls and boy scouts, but for church concepts and verses).
While they are still eating they are SUPPOSE to be memorizing and practicing their verses. Meanwhile, Alex has to tell me about all his dreams, what happened yesterday, and discuss today’s future events. This is all well and good, in fact it’s quite enjoyable to hear his take on things. But once again, I have to redirect him back to his verses because we are trying to teach a “First things first” mentality, and God is first.
Once verses and breakfast are done, back upstairs for clothes, teeth and hair. I quickly figured out that just laying the kids clothes on the ground in a seemingly logical order (i.e. youngest to oldest or vice versa) did not cut it. Somehow Alex always would end up with Levi’s pants and Jackson’s shirt, completely missing his pile of clothes, which was consistently in the middle. So the clothes cubes were created.
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Levi showin' off the cubbies |
Each child has a cube with their daily clothes in them. Originally, I had the entire weeks worth of clothes in each cube, you know, at the beginning of the school year when all moms are gung-ho about this “being prepared” thing. Currently, I scrounge up pants from this pile and a shirt from over there, oh and socks just laying on the ground because who knows what basket those are in, and place them in the cubes right before I wake them up. Yeah, that’s how I roll these days: dangerously.
So, you’d think these cubbies would solve ALL problems. Nope, second child grabs the clothes out of them (yay!), proceeds to drop them on the ground (ok, not too bad), then walks on them for about 5 minutes if I don’t start counting down from 10 (boo!). Why is he walking on them? He is not disgruntled. He doesn’t hate the choice of clothing, in fact, he hasn’t even registered what shirt it is. He isn’t dragging his feet (ha! because if he were he’d probably notice the pants he’s dragging along, maybe). Nope! Little sweetheart’s brain isn’t even in the room. He’s thinking about Skylanders, or How to train a Dragon, or his friend Frank at school and something he said two weeks ago or how badly he wants to learn to do a flip at gymnastics or.... the possibilities are endless. All these thoughts exit his mouth eventually in a spew of “and also, I have a question” or “blah blah blah, yeah, I know, right?” as if we were having a convo instead of him having an internal/external monologue.
Meanwhile, back at base camp, I am spraying water in his hair, and applying gel to his faux and counting down endlessly to encourage the next step in the process, and brushing teeth saying “no talking while I’m brushing”.
Then, it’s back down the stairs to put on shoes. Oh wait, he’s too scared to go down by himself. “Levi, could you go downstairs with your brother while I finish up here with Jackson?” I finish Jackson’s hair and head down myself. “Alex, you’re suppose to be getting your shoes on.” My voice shows frustration. “Sorry, sorry, what was I thinking?” He exclaims. I refrain from truly asking this question. I have to start counting down. Same goes for his jacket. Great we are ready to go. “Alex, get your backpack. Your backpack. Right there. Alex, that isn’t your backpack. That’s your brothers. Alex, look at your backpack. Pick up your backpack. Good job, now put it on. Lets go.”
Duplicate this for getting in the car and buckling up.
This is the first hour of Alexander’s day. This is a “good morning”. I struggle trying to get the right routine, words, tone of voice. Medication and dosage is still in question. Other moms can get their kids ready in 30 minutes. I know because I’ve asked. I give us 1 hour and 15 minutes, just in case. Whenever I have tried to shorten it so they get more sleep, we end up rushing and yelling, frustration fuming, and then we are late. Not such a great start to a day.
But if everything goes similar to the above plan, than the day starts off pretty well. Whenever I am ready to pull my hair out, Alex always comes through expressing a moment of sincere love, genuine amazement, or complete admiration towards someone in his family. He makes me smile the most sincere grin. I mean, look at this face. Who wouldn’t be grinning?