Owen was walking around with his eyes more than half closed. I guess that is what happens when you’ve been up all night. It feels like he was up before he even went to bed. Somewhere by one, he was at my bedside screaming after turning on all the lights. I told him it was still nighttime and nowhere near five o’clock in the morning when he could get up for the day. He went back to bed for maybe thirty minutes. Then it was all that and more until four when I gave up thinking he would be calm. He was finally calm for a few minutes when I got up but we were both beyond exhausted.
I told him that today we were staying home. The screaming is not something I am going to tolerate. He wanted to go to grandma’s house but I’m trying to get him to understand that we have to respect each other and he can’t scream at me because he wants to go somewhere in the middle of the night. The screaming then started again and I told him this was exactly why we couldn’t go anywhere because he was not going to scream at his grandma either, plus I couldn’t drive with no sleep. He walked away asking his tablet to translate “Grandma’s house ok fine mommy in Arabic” the words he had been screaming at me all night. I guess he will now start screaming it at me in other languages.
I think he gets so worked up about what he wants that he can’t let himself sleep. I really don’t know. He told me he wanted to watch a movie with me but it never happened. I had a feeling if he would have with me for five minutes we both could have napped.
The chant became “I want to go to grandma’s house Sunday.” The screaming for Saturday had ended, thankfully. He had almost fallen asleep in my arms numerous times but woke himself back up.
My mom got us food so I didn’t have to worry about cooking. We ordered pot roast and chicken. It came with mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, green beans, and carrots. He ate two baby carrots and wasn’t thrilled but ate them. I gave him potatoes without gravy and he is eating everything else, saying the name of the food as he ate it.
The amount of things the dude comes up with to tell his story is wild. He told me he was going to burp at church tomorrow so he would be sick and get to see his doctor on Monday. I told him earlier that the word he was trying to read was “ridiculous” like everything was ridiculous so he kept saying “Everything is ridiculous.” He watched a video where everything was broken and then he told me all the things he was going to break in the “building” as he called it meaning our house. He walked over to the wall, pulled the cover to the air conditioner control off, and threw it on the ground. We are having some interesting teenage, no sleep moments.
The day ended with more screams about me taking him to church tomorrow and then going to grandma’s house but he wouldn’t go to bed. He kept coming to my room and telling me
“Little deep breaths.” I told him that he had to go to sleep in order to do anything tomorrow. He took off running and fell when he turned the corner to his room. I prayed that he was OK. He said he hit his knee. I looked at his knee but didn’t see anything and he said, “One hug please.” I gave him a big hug. He finally went to his bedroom and stayed in bed. I pray for rest and no more screaming tonight.
I know he is getting anxious about school being out in a month. He is very upset that he is not going to summer school and I know that has a lot to do with him clinging to his schedule. I don’t know how else to help him through these moments besides to reassure him that he will be going back to school in August.
My momma’s heart hurts when he has such hard days. I pray that we sleep so he can go to church tomorrow. I know that will help his routine. Through the hard moments, there were still victories. When I try to explain how we have to work together through everything he is trying to express his feelings more and engage in conversations. He will ask me the questions I try to get him to respond to like “What is your favorite color?” I believe in the hope for tomorrow. Let your victories outshine your doubts. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I told him that today we were staying home. The screaming is not something I am going to tolerate. He wanted to go to grandma’s house but I’m trying to get him to understand that we have to respect each other and he can’t scream at me because he wants to go somewhere in the middle of the night. The screaming then started again and I told him this was exactly why we couldn’t go anywhere because he was not going to scream at his grandma either, plus I couldn’t drive with no sleep. He walked away asking his tablet to translate “Grandma’s house ok fine mommy in Arabic” the words he had been screaming at me all night. I guess he will now start screaming it at me in other languages.
I think he gets so worked up about what he wants that he can’t let himself sleep. I really don’t know. He told me he wanted to watch a movie with me but it never happened. I had a feeling if he would have with me for five minutes we both could have napped.
The chant became “I want to go to grandma’s house Sunday.” The screaming for Saturday had ended, thankfully. He had almost fallen asleep in my arms numerous times but woke himself back up.
My mom got us food so I didn’t have to worry about cooking. We ordered pot roast and chicken. It came with mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, green beans, and carrots. He ate two baby carrots and wasn’t thrilled but ate them. I gave him potatoes without gravy and he is eating everything else, saying the name of the food as he ate it.
The amount of things the dude comes up with to tell his story is wild. He told me he was going to burp at church tomorrow so he would be sick and get to see his doctor on Monday. I told him earlier that the word he was trying to read was “ridiculous” like everything was ridiculous so he kept saying “Everything is ridiculous.” He watched a video where everything was broken and then he told me all the things he was going to break in the “building” as he called it meaning our house. He walked over to the wall, pulled the cover to the air conditioner control off, and threw it on the ground. We are having some interesting teenage, no sleep moments.
The day ended with more screams about me taking him to church tomorrow and then going to grandma’s house but he wouldn’t go to bed. He kept coming to my room and telling me
“Little deep breaths.” I told him that he had to go to sleep in order to do anything tomorrow. He took off running and fell when he turned the corner to his room. I prayed that he was OK. He said he hit his knee. I looked at his knee but didn’t see anything and he said, “One hug please.” I gave him a big hug. He finally went to his bedroom and stayed in bed. I pray for rest and no more screaming tonight.
I know he is getting anxious about school being out in a month. He is very upset that he is not going to summer school and I know that has a lot to do with him clinging to his schedule. I don’t know how else to help him through these moments besides to reassure him that he will be going back to school in August.
My momma’s heart hurts when he has such hard days. I pray that we sleep so he can go to church tomorrow. I know that will help his routine. Through the hard moments, there were still victories. When I try to explain how we have to work together through everything he is trying to express his feelings more and engage in conversations. He will ask me the questions I try to get him to respond to like “What is your favorite color?” I believe in the hope for tomorrow. Let your victories outshine your doubts. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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