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Confusion in Holland


   Schools out, warmer weather, more daylight, and outdoor activities. Yahoo! Fun! Not for us.. Our family's first week of summer is the hardest due to these seasonal changes. They present challenges to the carefully orchestrated daily routines.
Today is consisting of one hiding, another pacing & reliving he's school scheduled out loud hour by hour, two throwing fits, and one bored.

Here's are some things that may help ease into summer:

1.Talk about the change ahead of time.
2. Helping your child create summer structure of his own.
3. Keep their "safe" routine as normal as you can.
4. Vacations - include your child when planning.
5. Take some time for yourself too!

Will we survive the summer?
At some point, you will have to interrupt routines and change plans. If you can, the most important thing you can do is notify the child ahead of time. In the event you can’t, try to talk on a regular basis with your child about how surprises sometimes happen in life. Transitioning to summer can be hard, but with trial and error, with discussion and planning, with living one day at a time, you can begin to find that happy middle ground.
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