What’s today and how did it become so late. It seems funny to want more hours in my day when I’m exhausted all the time but maybe I’d get some sleep if I had the hours to do it. I’ve spent an hour looking at weighted blankets. The same blankets that I constantly try to give to Owen and he doesn’t want. I keep thinking if I find the right blanket, in the right material, that hangs over the edges on his bed it will help him sleep better. I feel like I need help from Scooby and the gang trying to solve the mystery of the weighted blanket. He’s never been a fan of them or anything weighted. He has a hard time taking off clothes but one of the first things he learned to take off was a weight vest that one of his therapists had us try when he was young. He was able to pull the velcro apart and off his head, quick too. He much prefers softer, lighter, fluffier blankets that tend to wad up in a ball. I keep looking at the weighted blankets that have a soft feel to them but then I can’t find the size I think he should have and then I get totally distracted and look at something not related to what I’m even looking at. Maybe that’s where the second hour goes. So many choices and that’s only thinking about one blanket. Owen slept a lot in the last day. When he woke up this morning he seemed a lot better. He was still in slow motion but after one dose of antibiotics, he was more like himself. As the day wore on I could see the sparks happening for him and compared to yesterday it was already night and day. He was sitting at the table when I heard him say, “ambulance ambulance it is an ambulance hear it firetruck next”. He could hear a siren outside. I sat there and cried. He paid attention to something that was happening right in that moment and was able to express his words. I don’t know that this feeling of jubilee will ever stop when I hear him make these beautiful, brilliant connections. The stomping everywhere was in full swing today. I can tell it is a sensory need for him. I can also tell that if he keeps it up I’m going to need some reinforcements for the beams in my basement. He’s still slim for his age but he is starting to put more weight on. The more weight, the heavier stomping, the more the house is shaking. It’s something I never even considered but I can tell it will be something I overthink about. For as sick as Owen was yesterday I’m thankful for his spunkiness today. A few more days on the antibiotics and he should be all better. By the second dose for the day I could tell it was really helping. And he knew it. He said, “no sick today”, telling me he was going to see his teacher tomorrow. I cried happy tears today to make up for the sad one I cried yesterday. Let the song in your heart guide you to new wonders that will inspire you. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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