To say I’m over this day is an understatement. And Owen sailed through the day pretty beautifully with only a few times that were really hard on him. With me, quite the opposite. Every single thing was overwhelming and stopped me in my tracks. I woke very early in the morning with a headache that was relentless. I prayed I could get to the bathroom and take some medicine without waking Owen. I prayed a lot, a lot a lot. Thankfully he stayed asleep. I turned no lights on, I didn’t flush the toilet, I tried to not trip over my own two feet, and I made it back to bed. He didn’t wake. When I woke several hours later it was to Owen’s request for his day to begin. I asked him to give mommy a few moments to wake up, that I wasn’t feeling well, and he actually laid quietly with me. That never happens. More prayers were answered. I needed that time to wake up. One thing after another seemed to trip me up as the day went on. Thankfully within a few hours, my head stopped pounding and I could at least think, but then maybe I was overthinking too hard. It was a slow-moving day for both of us, but at least he was happy throughout the day. He seems to be expanding his choices of videos to watch. This is a mixed blessing. He has been watching a video about a pet monkey that likes to eat bananas. I’m always fascinated by the fact that bananas are a meltdown food if he sees them, loves the flavor of them though, and wants to watch videos that include a banana in them. The only part about him watching this particular video is that he wants to mimic the sounds of the monkey. He will turn on his app that distorts sound, watch the video, and then make the noise like the monkey screaming while eating the banana happily. I want him to use his words, but here he is mimicking the sounds instead. One day at a time I remind myself. I got new motion sensor night lights to help keep him calmer at night with the lights. Tonight that was completely the opposite of what happened. They stay on for ninety seconds after they are turned on. He could see the light in the other room through the blackout curtain. Those few seconds turned into a twenty-minute meltdown after a delay in our nighttime routine because I cut my finger. Sleep finally won for my boy. And for me, several times as well, waking up for a thousand reasons at the end of the day. I’m thankful for his smile on a day that every minute felt like I could cry a river of tears. His patience helped me get through the day. Remember tomorrow is a brand new day. Be kind to yourself and the rest will follow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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