The understatement is I’m tired. Owen went to sleep relatively early last night but he also kept drinking milk. But who kept pouring the milk. He kept asking me for “a little bit more” so I kept pouring a tiny bit more in his cup. It wasn’t much each time but it was the whole interaction thing for me that kept me going. I told myself that he had enough to drink but he kept asking. I got him to sleep and then it was me time. I had not been asleep very long when Owen woke up and laid down on the couch. Within an hour he wet the couch. I got him changed but then he screamed and threw himself to the ground so he wouldn’t have to go back to bed. I finally got him back to “mommy’s bed” even though it’s been his bed for a while now but there was no sleep to be had. He kept screaming, kicking, pulling the tiniest of my hairs at the nape of my neck, and then would ask me for a big hug only to push me away and start screaming at me again. Nights like this feel impossible. It wasn’t long and he wet the bed. It finally dawned on me that he didn’t go to the bathroom when I took him after he wet the couch. He humored me, he went to the bathroom but he was still so asleep, and so was I, that he didn’t go. Now I’m still doing laundry because he has to have the right blankets in the right places and everything was wet from everywhere. I’ve tried changing out the blankets but it’s something else to work through. He screamed at the top of his lungs one day for what seemed to be hours because I put one blue blanket on the bed and the other one on the couch. These two blankets are the same brand bought at the same time. The difference is one has been washed more times than the other one. I’m sure there is something else but that’s what I know for sure. He can tell the difference between which one he wants on the bed and which one he wants on the couch. I woke up this morning, told him I love him, and that together we would work through all the rough edges of this thing called life. I’m trying to teach him through love, respect, and communication we can get through anything as long as we do it together. Find what inspires you and let it be your guide to motivation. 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.