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So the new schedule has not been very successful. We got up Monday and also today. Yesterday was a total bust. eh. I hate getting up but so is life. Anthony got his stitches out yesterday. As usual he was super melodramatic about it. It isn't the actual pain that bothers him, but the waiting, the idea of something hurting is so much worse then the actuality of it. I try to keep him distracted with his phone or his chewie, but it doesn't always work. He is thirteen years old. It is ok in normal society for a little kid to have that level of anxiety but people stop being kind when it is a big kid or a teenager. Sometimes I don't know how to help. I am trying to help him have coping mechanisms for when the world just doesn't understand his behaviour but I am not sure I have succeeded. I guess time will tell. We are off to have hair cuts and grocery shopping today. Then there is tea tonight. :)