I spent an hour at the therapist office with my ten year old son today. We spent the entire hour talking about bedtime and how he could get there on time. We made a list of all the things he needed to do before bed. We put them in order. We numbered them. He made promises. We made a special deal about him being in bed on time and getting a reward.
He left it on the counter at the therapists office while we were scheduling his next appointment.
I made him go back in and get it.
Then he left it in the van.
I made him go back and get it.
It's 8:37. He has seven minutes left. He just went upstairs. He won't make it.
And he is one of 7 that I need to get there tonight....