I woke. Owen woke. That’s how it seems to go. He’s a very light sleeper. However, noises you might think would wake him don’t and noises that make a mouse seem loud wake him. Plus, I think he can almost sense when I’m awake. I had gotten up to go to the bathroom. I always hope when I do he doesn’t hear me, but I know he will. My hope continues that he doesn’t wake until after I’m done, but as soon as I closed the door I heard his feet running to my bedroom. I waited for the screams, none came. I got back to my room and he was sitting in my bed, calm. My nerves were frayed. He really wasn’t interested in falling back asleep, but eventually he did. He wanted input. I was able to get him back asleep for a few minutes before we had to get ready for school. His teacher let me know he had a great day at school. It’s a potty party everywhere. I see the light at the end of the tunnel. Potty training is moving right along. And then this evening, the groceries arrived. I’ve yet to decide if this is a good thing, knowing that it’s a great thing. I ordered the groceries online, setup a time, and then they arrive. The only problem is there’s unexpected people at my house. I tried to prepare Owen early for the knock, but explaining this caused him to go in overdrive. “I’m not going to celebrate Christmas today Christmas is in December”, he says. He moved on after saying that about ten times to “I’m not going to celebrate groceries later”. I sat with him, explaining that we weren’t going anywhere, the groceries were being delivered, and the person would leave. He calmed and then thirty minutes later the knock came. Maybe I shouldn’t have them knock. Maybe I should let them leave the groceries on the porch and let the app tell me they are here. Maybe I should carve out the time to still go to the store; I’ve found the time before. Self proclaimed Queen of Overthinking strikes again. He’s calm now. We have groceries. And in the grand scheme of things, Owen needs to know that people can come to our house and leave. As I say, “don’t put dinner in your toes” I remember to breathe. Owen has made great progress the last few days. I see it, I know it, and I’m excited. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Let yesterday go and rock out your future. 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.