It seems that once Halloween and Bonfire night are finished that Christmas starts. When I was little it started at advent, not the first week in November. School routine changed, carols were being practiced, decorations up in the shops along with the Christmas music that I’m now fed up of listening too. Oliver did not cope well. He’s excited but doesn’t know how to channel it so we’ve had some regression and some behaviour issues. Hitting out at me and his TA and even the teacher when he tried to get involved without using the strategies. Sleep disappeared pretty much altogether, no concentration and needing lots of rough and tumble play.
Of course all children get excited around Christmas, Popples behaviour has changed and she’s got very loud. We can mainly channel her or get her to talk but Oliver threw his emotion cards at me and burst into tears. So we’ve been very calm, cut right back on learning and therapy so there’s no pressure on him. He’s used the nurture room and library at school to have some Christmas free space. We put the tree up on the first and he seemed to settle a bit having a focal point. No flashing lights, no tinsel (it itches). He tried to open all his windows in his calendar (no chance, sunshine) we know he knows how it works. He did at one point open my number 24 then pointed to his and said “24. Open. Yes” showing me that as mine was opened it was only fair his was opened too. I shouldn’t have got playmobil calendars.
He’s collected all the interesting tags off presents from under the tree so I suspect that may cause some chaos on Christmas morning. He’s done his list “owlette teddy yes please” which he’s been asking for since mid November. Santa came to school with a reindeer and the little ones went to see him together and had a cute photo done. My boys have never been scared of Santa. Max used to laugh and stroke his beard. Oliver goes straight to his knee and gazes like he’s his hero. Popples has never been keen. Last year she said “I don’t want him in my house. Ask him to knock on the door and give presents to daddy”. Really freaked out at the thought of him coming in. We watched a programme today where someone left Santa some milk. Her comment was “milk! He’s not a baby. Where’s the sherry?” We are not alcoholics, by the way, but we always left sherry for Santa.
Over this advent we’ve had to take turns going to church as Olly just can’t handle it. It’s a shame because it’s always nice in church at advent. I did Christingle service with Popples. Olly has broken things, decorated to ceiling a bit more with various food items, scissors are now hidden, emptied toy boxes, ripped up papers and we lost two baubles. He also found the eggs. We’ve tried hiding them because we know he’s a cracker, but he always seems to find them. Hubby walked into the kitchen and “can you clean the floor whilst I do the wall and door?” He’d done it again. Only 2 this time and helpfully put the shells in the bin. I was kneeling on the floor scooping up egg when I felt a drop on my head. Yep. Egg. He’d thrown it at the ceiling and I should have looked up first. I know better than to go to the floor without checking above! I’m not a rookie. I blame tiredness. So egg mopped up and went to sponge the egg out of my hair until I got five mins to wash it. And I found my first grey hair. I’ve been going redder as I age which happened to my dad too, so thought I’d get away for another few years before the grey. Sadly not. Oliver has succeeded in ageing me. Well played, Olly, well played.
At least with a family like ours there’s no pressure to have a perfect Hollywood Christmas. We’ve tidied, bought the boys favourite foods and made their rooms suitable for quiet times complete with sequin swipe cushions that they love using and actually seem to calm them. Oliver is having Bolognese for his Christmas lunch, Max may have fish and waffles if he doesn’t want chicken, Oliver took 3 days to open gifts last year, Popples will be up and down all night Christmas Eve and me and their dad will smile through it all, play the games, and hopefully watch three children celebrate Christmas their way and be happy. It may not be Hollywood perfect but you know what? We think it’s perfect. It’s a hard time of year and very testing but dad is trying so hard. He’s stayed calm. There’s been no shouting. There’s been lots of guidance given and accepted. Oliver doesn’t automatically turn to me for help or comfort now. He will go to dad. Small steps but they give me hope.
Anyway however you all do Christmas I hope it’s as perfect as ours will be. Have a very blessed Christmas.