The weather has not been kind to me in the last few days. Owen woke at some point and got into bed with me. I have yet to figure out how to convince him that he needs to stay in his bed. And trying to get him to go back to his bed does not go well. There’s a process. It takes time and you have to stay with the exact same strategy every single night. But this momma is tired. I already knew there would be screaming and meltdowns this morning based from the behaviors of the last few days. I braced myself for what the morning would bring. I woke early, maybe I really never went back to sleep once he got in bed with me, and I had a massive headache. I needed to get up. I needed to take something for my headache. But I knew how upset Owen would be. Me moving around the house would wake him again and he wouldn’t be able to handle it if I turned any lights on. I managed to accomplish everything without the lights, but then I went to the bathroom. There isn’t enough WD40 in the world to keep my house from being a musical festival of noise. The floors creak, the door squeaks, the lights hum, and the world throws its own cacophony of sound at us every day. He came around the corner to the bathroom and said, “bed your bed go back to bed”. He didn’t want me up. He didn’t want to be up. I told him he could go back to bed, but mommy had to do a couple of things. I couldn’t lay back down, my head was throbbing too much. I tried to distract him, but I could tell he was so upset. I had to remain calm. We work really hard to keep his aggression in check. He cycles through his emotions and actions. He’s back to pulling my hair and pushing me, saying, “we don’t hit”. I breathe and I have him count to ten. As the morning went on he was ready to go to “school school school” and I was thankful that he loves going. Find your strength, push forward, and know that you are not alone. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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