Jack used to have therapies three afternoons a week. He went to his social skills group on Monday, speech therapy on Tuesday, and occupational therapy on Wednesday. His social skills group (hereafter referred to as “group” because it’s easier) and speech are at the same office, which is, incidentally, a gajillion miles away.
We recently were able to move Jack’s speech therapy over to Mondays before group, so now Mondays are a really long day for Jack, but all the little dudes get to have more time not being dragged places.
There’s another benefit too. See, on Tuesdays I was the mom who always told the other moms that we didn’t need anything from the vending machine, but whose kids would attack the bags of Doritos the other children brought back from the vending machines. I was also the mom of the kid who would come out of his speech session and immediately grab any unheld bags of snacks and start eating. And spilling.
On Mondays, none of the other parent go to the vending machines. (So I’m allowed to starve my children in peace, thank you very much.) There seem to be fewer people in the waiting room, and there are definitely fewer siblings, making for a much calmer waiting time.
I think most of the problem was that on Tuesdays, the people there all had kids who had been in the same social skills group for months. Their waiting room culture was well established. I was the bumbling newcomer.
On Mondays, I fit in better. Instead of being the free-loading snack-stealer, I’m the witty mom who charms everyone by shouting out, “It’s a speech therapy miracle!” after the whole waiting room worked together to find Sam white out and a pencil so he could fix his math homework.
It was charming at the time. I know it sounds a little buffoonish now.
Am I the buffoonish mom who embarrasses everyone by screaming about miracles on Mondays?
Maybe I need the social skills group.