Some days are hard. Some days are emotional. And some days I want to hang the gone fishing sign out and take a break. We had a good day. Owen was pretty calm and mostly listened but it’s still hard. Hard on him, hard on me. Not much sleep has been happening for me and that’s part of it. I attempted to lay on the couch yesterday and every time my eyes would close he would get in my face and scream about a song he wanted to hear. He didn’t want me to sing it he only wanted to hear it on his tablet but he wanted me to say his request to the voice-activated option on YouTube. His words become clearer every day but he still thinks I have to ask for it. More than half the time when he asks me to say something it is words it would recognize. And almost every single time the video is already on the screen. He wants to search for it so he can see other similar videos. When we left for church this morning I told him over and over again that we had to work together on our breathing and that he couldn’t yell at me. And if he didn’t yell at me on this trip that tomorrow I would take him to see the windows and go the direction he wanted to go. We got to church with no screaming. We got home from church with a small little attempt at screaming until I said the magic words that he would not have his swing if he screamed. It worked. I don’t know how it worked but we got home and he was calm, cool, and collected. I wanted to take a nap on the couch but wasn’t going to make that same mistake again. When we left church he asked for chicken nuggets. I reminded him that we could go as long as there was no screaming. He gets very upset when we “have to wait our turn” and they don’t close the window. He likes to order his food based on a video he watches about two little kids and what they want. The dad tells them he is going to give them a new ice tea since they drank theirs. Owen, I won’t say screamed, was very adamant about getting a “new ice tea” when I ordered and I’m sure the person taking our order knew exactly what I wanted. When we got home he devoured his food and wanted nothing to do with the ice tea. This is how it goes every time. But if we don’t have the ice tea the screams occur. Luckily I like ice tea and technically it could be an empty glass and he would be fine with it. I’m learning to adapt, grow, and occasionally figure out how to get through a day with more smiles than tears for both of us. Today was emotional but good. Never give up on the hope of tomorrow. Find your strength and keep pushing forward. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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