So, in case you hadn't noticed, I'm trying to add a few new little features to the blog these days.
One that you might have noticed is "Five Favorites", in which I list five of my current favorite things. You know, important things like special needs books, special diet cookbooks, and summer shoes. OK, maybe not
every five favorites post is filled with important stuff but you can certainly count on it to be filled with fun and hopefully helpful stuff.
The other feature I'd like to start is "The Confessional", in which we come clean about the areas of our lives that
don't show up on Pinterest. Or we bare it all about how hard raising a special needs child can be. Or we rant and rave about important real-world issues, like why Chick-fil-a stopped making the Southwest Char-grilled Chicken Salad (I'm looking at you, Ashley!) or how hard it is to find good make-up once you hit the big 4-0. Or the big 4-4, in my case.
I've got some other fun things in mind that I think you'll enjoy as well.
But I can't reveal them all at once. Y'all would just die from the excitement. I'm taking things slow for your health and safety. You're welcome.
Sometime, I'd love to re-do the blog just a bit and add some tabs so you can easily access these new features. But that's a project for another day. Or never. We'll see.
Any-who, here's the topic for today's "The Confessional - Edition Sleeping In".
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. Sometimes, I let my school-age child sleep in on school mornings. Meaning they will be tardy for school. And I don't really even care.
OK - I've only done this twice in an entire year of kindergarten.
Which I personally think deserves a medal of some kind but whatever.
Sometimes, our kiddos, special needs or not, just need a few extra zzzz's. Maybe they had a hard time falling asleep and were still awake at midnight. Maybe they had a rough night and woke up for a couple of hours and couldn't fall back asleep. Or maybe they woke up at 5 AM in their cold and lonely bed, got into Mom and Dad's bed, and fell back asleep, all cozied up and snuggly. And were sleeping so soundly and peacefully, you just couldn't bear to wake them up. So you gave them an extra 30 minutes, understanding that one tardy is typically not the first step to more serious crimes.
Actually, I don't know that for sure. I've never interviewed prisoners and asked them if their lives of crime all began with a single tardy in kindergarten.
Maybe it did.
But it's a risk I'm just going to take.
Every now and then.
Because really, what person couldn't excuse the occasional tardy from a kid this dang cute??
Now it's your turn. Got a "sleeping in confession" of your own? Do tell. Your secret is safe here.