It wasn’t even two in the morning and Owen was screaming, screaming loud and louder and louder the longer I took to get to him. I knew he didn’t drink enough of his tea last night, but what could I do. And the answer is I should have made some more, but that would have taken another thirty minutes or hour. I should have made the tea. I pretended I had gone to the bathroom and was coming back to bed. He still thinks he’s in “mommy’s room” and as long as he thinks that I’m with him he sleeps so much better. And the tea. The good news after I calmed him down he went back to sleep and slept until almost six. Me, not so much. In the last few weeks, there has been no rest for the weary. The stress level has increased for me, Owen’s anxiety is high, and if things could stop breaking that would be awesome. How do I start preparing Owen to go back to school and church. He cannot handle seeing people in face make yet that’s where we are at right now. Once upon a time, there was a moment in time that wasn’t this time. I keep telling myself to be patient and he will get it all as the timing happens. I keep telling myself the same thing. The shrimp days have turned back to the turkey days. And as I stew about our future that I can’t completely control I try to remember that Owen is still thriving and growing. I may feel all the uncertainties, but I have to stay strong for my sweet baby O. I tried to smile even when my heart felt like breaking today. He senses my emotions very easily and we’ve had a really good day so I want that to keep going through the night. Almost time to get the tea a’brewing. Tonight I’ll make extra. I know he needs the sleep. Here’s to a good week ahead, comfort for all, and knowing you are not alone. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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