My nerves were racked. Plumbing problems are not something I ever want to have but when it has to do with the toilet I especially don’t want to think about it. Owen does not completely understand when something is broken and he certainly doesn’t understand that he can break something. He constantly throws his tablet. Generally, not in anger but more to watch what happens when he is playing a game or for the sensation, laughing the entire time. He sticks his finger up the faucet, pushing on the aerator breaking them, or turns the handle as far as it will go, screaming because he can’t make it go any further. I breathe. He slept all night. I’m scared to start the count again but two nights in a row. I’ll take it. I got him off to school wearing all the right things because I didn’t want him to have a meltdown about what I was wearing and we miss the bus. I had to find a plumber that could come today. I always over-stress, overanalyze, and overthink it all. I’m not sure if he put something down the toilet or if it just was cranky from too much toilet paper but thankfully a plumber was able to come and fix it before he came home from school. When Owen walked in the door after school it was like he sensed something had gone on. He walked through the house and was very agitated. He could tell a few things were out of place. I tried to distract him and thankfully after about twenty minutes he calmed down and moved forward. I’m sure he could feel my nerves as well. Plus, it’s Friday. He’s not getting to do all of his favorite things this weekend so I’m trying to put other choices in place. The behaviors were all over the map as the night wore on. One minute he wanted to sit on my lap reading with him and the next minute he was running through the house screaming about a noise. Bedtime didn’t really go as planned either. He was very agitated about his blankets and wanted them all on top of him even though they were on him, and then wrapping himself as a burrito. Plus, he was concerned about who would be wearing blue pants on Sunday. I’m praying that he can sleep all night once again. Thankful for his hugs and that bright big smile. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Follow your heart and make your dreams come true. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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