Dylan was full of questions on the drive to school this morning. He fired them off, one after another, and more often than not didn’t even wait for me to answer. His brain was going a mile a minute, and neither his brother or I could get a word in edgewise.
I think it can mostly be attributed to nerves. He hates rainy mornings, because it changes up his routine. And he really, really likes sticking to his routine. On rainy mornings, they line up in front of the school instead of starting the day on the playground, as they do 99% of the time. It’s somewhat hectic and he has a hard time finding his friends. And if he can’t find his friends, he gets really, really nervous and starts to freak out. Because even though all he has to do is walk to his classroom, it’s not what he’s used to and is therefore something for him to feel anxious about.
So, in an effort to distract himself from the upcoming situation, he occupied himself by talking incessantly.
“Why is it raining?”
“Is it going to rain all day?”
“Will it be warmer later?”
“Who planted all of these trees?”
“Are Grandma and Grandpa home already?”
“When can we go visit their house?”
“Why can’t we swim at their hotel anymore?”
“When is that hotel out by where I play baseball going to be finished?”
“Do I have practice tonight?”
“Is Daddy going to come home early today?”
“When’s my next game?”
“Who are we playing?”
“Why can you turn (right) when the light is red?”
“Do we have to line up in front of the school even if it’s only raining a little bit?”
“What’s in my lunch?”
“I wonder if we’re going to have rainy day recess today?”
“Does Zach have school today?”
“Are Grandma and Poppy coming over today?”
“OH LOOK!” I practically shouted. “There are your friends, right out front. See them? Right there? By that pole? They’re right there!”
I think I said that same thing, over and over again, while gesturing and pointing, for a good 15 seconds. At first he didn’t see them, but as the car line creeped closer and closer to the drop off area, he finally saw them too. As soon as I stopped, he unbuckled, grabbed his backpack and hopped out of the car.
It was the first rainy day drop off we’ve had that hasn’t resulted in tears!
I get a break from the barrage of questions and he didn’t start his day off on a sour note.
I will call this a success.
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