It was what one might call the perfect night to scream and it didn’t stop for most of the morning. I’m not sure what time he woke up but I know it was before three. He was in a mood and it was interesting. The teenage years are upon us. I know he is trying to process everything but he is not handling it well. He was beyond tired and laughing or screaming at everything. Then he said, “Haha” to anything I would say. I know there have been a lot of things out of routine this week and I’m sure that has a lot to do with it.
“Have a good one mommy,” he said to me with his hand in the air, not waving it but like a gesture of bye as he waited to walk out the room until I said, “Have a good one Owen.” I am not quite sure where this expression came from or the actions associated with it but it was the first calm moment since he woke up in the middle of the night screaming. It was repeated throughout the day and hysterical laughter came after it as the day wore on. Exhaustion was at the top of the list for both of us.
He was supposed to go to his grandma’s house today since she was feeling better but there was no way he was going to be able to go. Between the exhaustion, screaming, and attitude we were staying home. He started talking about his therapist being on “eternity” leave. It must feel like an eternity to him when everyone is not in his routine moments that he needs.
He said, “Figaro on Monday.” It took me a minute and then I realized what he was saying as he moved through the words again. He continued, “Figure it out on Monday.” He went on to say he wanted me to tell his teacher so she would say “Come here for a minute.” The boy has it all figured out how he wants the world to be. Figaro is our cat and I know sometimes words and expressions are interchanged when he is trying to work through new phrases. I think about how far he has come with his words and in expressing himself. He amazes me and I am so thankful for his words.
He was exhausted and sat under a blanket on the couch and then would occasionally get up and run around the house. I am pretty sure this was to keep himself awake. We might have to go back to cups with lids. He found it amusing to shake his cup or run through the house with it. Luckily both times there was only a sip left.
He took an extremely long bath but it helped relax him and there was no screaming for the whole time he was in it. After his bath, he was much calmer. He was very interested in talking about pouring milk all over the world and never sleeping again but otherwise it was better than the morning. He asked if he could go to his grandma’s tomorrow after church and I told him that I hoped all that could happen. He started naming people who could drive us to church.
We are for sure going back to cups with lids. In tonight’s edition of thinking it’s funny to pretend like he is going to pour milk on his head, he spilled some all over his tablet. This of course brought out immediate screams for me to get the hairdryer even though I’ve never once used a hairdryer to ever dry any of his tablets. We got past the screaming and exhausted hysterical belly gut laughs erupted from there calm prevailed once again. We then ate our pimento cheese sandwiches and dreamt of our perfect days ahead.
Some days redirecting him is hard. Exhausted didn’t quite cover how we were both feeling by the end of the day. I pray for sleep tonight. I truly wish I had answers but I always have more questions. I pray every day for more connections and less screaming. It breaks my heart and his screams never leave my soul. I try so hard to keep his world routine but there is nothing routine about life. All I can do is worry less and God more. Remember you are amazing and never forget all the steps you took to get to where you are today. Smiles to all and donut daze!
“Have a good one mommy,” he said to me with his hand in the air, not waving it but like a gesture of bye as he waited to walk out the room until I said, “Have a good one Owen.” I am not quite sure where this expression came from or the actions associated with it but it was the first calm moment since he woke up in the middle of the night screaming. It was repeated throughout the day and hysterical laughter came after it as the day wore on. Exhaustion was at the top of the list for both of us.
He was supposed to go to his grandma’s house today since she was feeling better but there was no way he was going to be able to go. Between the exhaustion, screaming, and attitude we were staying home. He started talking about his therapist being on “eternity” leave. It must feel like an eternity to him when everyone is not in his routine moments that he needs.
He said, “Figaro on Monday.” It took me a minute and then I realized what he was saying as he moved through the words again. He continued, “Figure it out on Monday.” He went on to say he wanted me to tell his teacher so she would say “Come here for a minute.” The boy has it all figured out how he wants the world to be. Figaro is our cat and I know sometimes words and expressions are interchanged when he is trying to work through new phrases. I think about how far he has come with his words and in expressing himself. He amazes me and I am so thankful for his words.
He was exhausted and sat under a blanket on the couch and then would occasionally get up and run around the house. I am pretty sure this was to keep himself awake. We might have to go back to cups with lids. He found it amusing to shake his cup or run through the house with it. Luckily both times there was only a sip left.
He took an extremely long bath but it helped relax him and there was no screaming for the whole time he was in it. After his bath, he was much calmer. He was very interested in talking about pouring milk all over the world and never sleeping again but otherwise it was better than the morning. He asked if he could go to his grandma’s tomorrow after church and I told him that I hoped all that could happen. He started naming people who could drive us to church.
We are for sure going back to cups with lids. In tonight’s edition of thinking it’s funny to pretend like he is going to pour milk on his head, he spilled some all over his tablet. This of course brought out immediate screams for me to get the hairdryer even though I’ve never once used a hairdryer to ever dry any of his tablets. We got past the screaming and exhausted hysterical belly gut laughs erupted from there calm prevailed once again. We then ate our pimento cheese sandwiches and dreamt of our perfect days ahead.
Some days redirecting him is hard. Exhausted didn’t quite cover how we were both feeling by the end of the day. I pray for sleep tonight. I truly wish I had answers but I always have more questions. I pray every day for more connections and less screaming. It breaks my heart and his screams never leave my soul. I try so hard to keep his world routine but there is nothing routine about life. All I can do is worry less and God more. Remember you are amazing and never forget all the steps you took to get to where you are today. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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