I want to put out the “gone fishing” sign and call it a day. I think that was around four in the morning. I fell asleep on the couch last night. It had taken Owen hours to fall asleep. I sat on the couch writing and trying to decompress from our day. I’m sitting here now trying not to cry about it. I have so much to do, my list gets longer daily, and I want one night of sleep. It always seems like there is something to do and referrals to get for Owen. And when I think I have it figured out one more step becomes one more referral. He woke before two. I was too tired to convince him to go back to bed so he crawls up next to me on the couch. I woke a few hours later and we were soaking wet. I had to get him up and to the bathroom. We had to get cleaned and change our clothes. This was met with screaming and pure frustration from Owen. If I ask him not to do something, especially when he is already upset, means he is going to do it anyway. I cleaned him up first and instead of going to his bed as I asked him to he went back to the wet couch and sat right where it was still wet instead of anywhere else on the entire couch. Me asking him to move made him lay down on it. I walked away going to clean up myself and then back to him again. We still had a few more hours we could sleep and I was going to do everything I could to keep moving us forward. Thirty minutes later we were back in “mommy’s bed” as he still calls his room. He doesn’t understand it’s his room now. He has made no connection to the dinosaurs on the walls or comforter. In general, he sleeps better in my old room. It’s darker and it was easier to trade him rooms. He woke for the day struggling with the lack of sleep I’m sure. Tonight he asked to paint “Thomas de traineNa” and he was excited, telling me what we needed to do. I’m was thankful for the words he could use to describe what we were doing and the excitement he had for painting. Never give up on the magic waiting to shine. Tomorrow is a brand new day and you have a new opportunity to share your smile. Believe me, someone needs to see it. 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.