Saturdays always feel like I have a grasp on some sort of a daily life. Coffee shop, bowling, maybe some lunch, and Owen goes to his grandma’s for a few hours. And then I’m getting a haircut and my eyes examined. Those feel like luxuries anymore. Stolen hours to do something. The only reason I like going to get my eyes examined is that it means new glasses. I think I could own a hundred pairs of glasses and want a hundred more. Owen had a good morning, albeit it loud, it felt relaxed for him. He has done great with potty training in the last few days. And then today I couldn’t figure out what to do. We were going to be out in a world full of bathrooms but none he had been to. What if we went to one and someone was in there too. What if they used the hand dryer. What if we couldn’t get to one in time. And a thousand other what-ifs ran through my overthinking-mind. I need to work through all of these scenarios or at least enough to make sure we can handle a public restroom. I never imagined the thought process I would go through to overthink something I had already thought about a million times. He wore training pants today. They stayed dry the whole time we were out. Have I mentioned the overthinking. I need to find a location to take him that has hand dryers and an easy escape route. I want to make sure he can handle it before it is something that we have to encounter at the moment he needs to use the bathroom. Hairdryers are instant meltdowns for him, so I’m not sure how he would handle a hand dryer. I don’t even try to dry my hair when he’s awake anymore. I can’t even remember the last time he saw my hair wet. And today I got about six inches of my hair cut off. He noticed right away but it wasn’t enough to change the way I looked since it’s still very long. In his eyes, I have to look like mommy. He gets very upset when I don’t have my glasses on yelling “summer glasses” in a squeal anytime I take them off. Today I have to focus on the progress we both made and not dwell on the steps I didn’t take. One day at a time and sometimes it’s one moment at a time. Live life forward and know that today is a stepping stone for tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I'm Lynn Browder. Owen's Mommy. The best moments in time are when I get to see the smile on his face and that giggle come from his heart.