Some days the rollercoaster ride seems like it will never stop. Owen woke in the middle of the night but once he got back to sleep we both slept late for us. Well, a little after six feels late for us. He woke in a great mood and he had the day planned but what you plan at six in the morning is not what always happens at the end of the day. Sometime between wake up and time to go to grandma’s he became a little agitated. He was having a hard time processing what was happening. He was still in a great mood but he kept asking for “two more minutes”. I didn’t want to push him because sometimes that makes it harder on him. He did pretty well on the way to see grandma. I asked him which way he wanted to go since he wasn’t yelling at me. When we got there he seemed like he was a little more on edge. He told me goodbye but when I came to pick him up my mom told me he was having a hard time. My heart breaks in these moments. I hate that it can be so hard for my sweet baby O. He had told my mom he wasn’t going bowling but he also told her he wanted to go bowling. As soon as he saw me he said, “want to go bowling or want to go home go home”. I asked him if he was ready to go bowling and he said, “go home”. Some days I push it. He had told me one of the previous times he didn’t want to go but it was more reactionary than processing. This I could tell he was really struggling with. We didn’t go. He wanted to go home and as soon as we got in the car to leave he started telling me the directions for home. He did great on the ride home except when I “didn’t turn right at the kangaroo”. Once we were home he was joined to my hip. He ate some veggie chips my mom gave him that were triangle shaped. When they were gone he asked for more veggie straws but as soon as he realized I actually put straws on his plate and not the triangles he said, “more veggie triangles please”. I was excited that he asked for them like that. It always makes me happy when he can verbalize exactly what he wants. I told him he ate all of the other ones and he went back to munching away on the straws. Once he got into bed I could hear all his words jumbled together, pouring out of him as quickly as possible. He screamed about “where’s Mickey Mouse” and I told him we would see him tomorrow. He then went on about all the driving directions and started crying, sobbing, “I didn’t go straight”. He finally fell asleep in my arms and all I kept thinking is why does it have to be so hard on him. I kissed his forehead, told him I loved him, and tomorrow will be a brand new day. Find your strength, push forward, and know that you are not alone. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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