Owen woke up numerous times last night. The first time before midnight. I do not know how I got him to go back to his bed, which he still calls “mommy’s bed”, but he went right back to sleep. I keep wondering if he wasn’t sleepwalking. He woke again a couple of hours later. This time the only choice was sleeping on the couch. Not much sleeping for me but luckily he fell right back asleep once we were on the couch. I try not to talk to him too much because it can wake him up even more and it either causes meltdowns or for him to want his tablet. Neither are great ideas. When he woke to go to school he was happy. He wanted “two more minutes” to do everything but we had the time. He doesn’t completely understand the timing he is suggesting. He will say he needs two more minutes, then go to ten more minutes, quickly changing it to one minute. He knows that if he keeps asking or he thinks telling me he will get his way. Sometimes it’s about him processing what’s happening and other times it’s strictly about the fact that he doesn’t want to go to bed or the potty. The potty has become a problem again, not wanting to go unless he wants to go. He’s done well for months and then here we are at a brick wall again. My sensory kiddo has always struggled with it. When he got home from school he knew it was Friday and for the last few weeks we’ve gone to therapy on Fridays but I scheduled it for other days this week. I like to keep our routine pretty consistent but I also know that as hard as it is I have to change it up sometimes. I have to get him to understand life happens when you have something else planned. Now that sure is much easier said than done. Us not going threw off our whole night and caused Owen to scream at me for hours before he fell asleep. Why, oh why does it have to be so hard on him. He kept asking for all things routine. He wanted to make sure he was going to grandma’s and church and school and therapy and everything else that he wanted in his routine. I never know if I should keep answering the questions and if it fosters the repetitive responses. It’s how he holds a conversation with me as well but it can quickly spin into a meltdown. All I know is I want my sweet baby O to be happy. I asked him again today what he had for lunch and he kept telling me he had shrimp and spaghetti. I can’t imagine he had shrimp at school and he had spaghetti yesterday so I have a feeling he didn’t know what he ate was called or it was all too much for him to process when he was struggling already with his routine. I’m not going to dwell on that. Instead, I’m going to focus on him singing and coming to me for a big kiss on his forehead. Some days we both struggle but I’m thankful for when my son shines. I tell Owen all the time we are a team and together we will get through it all. Find what inspires you to move those mountains. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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