Oh the tears you guise, the TEARS.
This last week has been chock full of lasts and tears and rehydrating sessions because OMG THE LASTS.
There were minor lasts like last physio appointment and other minor players that slip my mind because *weeps*
Monday was Boo’s last speech therapy appointment for the year and he came bounding out with his speechie who I have not met yet* He formally introduced us and I died there on the spot from pride in my boy. DIED DEAD.
Then I dropped him off at my parents to go to my last doctors appointment for the year to find out I need a whole heap of shit done that I don’t want. DO NOT WANT. Fucking stupid body.
Tuesday was the last day of mainstream school for the year and Boo was a big huge stimmy mess afterwards and I had to hand over a surprise 100 bucks for a new school jacket. Ouch.
Thursday. Still can’t talk about Thursday. Tears every damn day still.
Saturday was his last day of swimming with his awesome one on one teacher. Six years of every Saturday morning this dude has tried to get this child to wet his hair. Six years and this boy has refused. But they have fun and exercise and Boo adores him. But the guy has quit and we have to accept it
I can’t and I am desperately sad. We haven’t told Boo yet. After Thursday I just don’t know if I can.
Sunday was supposed to be the last Respite Sunday and Boo was looking forward to having some time jamming on his guitar after a hard week. Dude cancelled. Tears.
So many lasts. Too many lasts.
I think Boo is OK, I am sure as shit not.
But I will be. Maddie comes home tomorrow.
*Boo goes during school hours with his aide and I pick him up at the end.