The big bad N

Thursday night is homework night.  We hunker down and finish the weekly homework project to be turned in on Friday.  Well, I lost the homework sheet.  No, not my 6 year old kindergartner, me.  I would normally be really mad at myself about this because I don't misplace things.  I am Type A perfect organizer.  But, in my new world of choosing battles I made a conscience decision to not worry about it and just improvise and create a new homework sheet from scratch.  It was a simple paper that the kiddos were to collect and paste items starting with the letter 'N', so no big deal, right?

Owen would have none of it. 

He was l-i-v-i-d. 

He screamed and cried, and screamed some more, for an hour about his homework sheet.  I was very calm (inside I was dying) while explaining that I made a mistake and that life happens and that we would improvise and it would all be fine. 

And after I said that he stopped crying, gave me a big hug and said "I'm sorry for flipping out like a mad man mommy, lets do our homework together while we sing zippidy-do-da".

And then I woke up from my daydream and he was still screaming. 

Owen does not like change.  I'm not entirely sure if this is an asperger thing or if other kids are this over the top when something in their world is rocked.  I know that little brother Levi does not react so violently.  Its like Owen couldn't even hear me.  He was so worried that the teacher would be mad at him because it wasn't the class sheet (side note:  I emailed the teacher to explain and she was perfectly happy with the homemade version).  It took quite a while to get him to calm down and for us to finally finish the sheet.  I don't think the finished product is half bad!