So I was all ready to write my post dedicated to my one and only little boy who I lovingly refer to as my boyfriend.
But y'all...this sweet boy has temporarily been taken over by some demonic force. He has just been all out of sorts the past couple days. Now, all my kids have their moments. But, this boy has been extra all sorts of crazy foolish behavior. I thought yesterday was bad when he refused to get up off the library floor (meanwhile the girls are already halfway out the door). I bend up to pull him up and drag him out the door and he pulls that whole "go limp" thing toddlers just love to do when you are in public, causing me to drop all 15 books in my hands causing a really nice production for the onlookers. I temporarily leave my screaming son and 15 scattered books to chase the girls down before they start walking in the parking lot. I sit the girls by the door while I deal with this ridiculous scene we have now started. Finally some old man took pity on my pathetic self and carried my 15 books for me out to the car while I carried a kicking and screaming boy out to the van.
It was not pretty. Did I mention he pooped in his underwear FOUR times yesterday? Yeah, that was fun too.
I had high hopes for today. I prayed extra hard for a semi-normal day. I prayed for God to show me what it was I was missing and how to help my son through whatever is going on with him.
But, it was pretty much Groundhog's Day over here...wash, rinse, repeat if you will. This time refusing to go with his speech therapist to her classroom. He has NEVER done that! He caused such a scene. I had to go back with him and Audrey and sit in the back in a corner for the entire hour. He was fine at therapy, but he would occassionaly turn his head around and make sure I was still there. They really frown upon that by the way...parents aren't so supposed to be in the room. Ask me if I care though.
And then the whining that I won't let him listen to "It's a Holly Jolly Christmas" more than 3 times in a row. I just can't...after the third time, I'm not feeling jolly anymore...it's time to move onto some Jingle Bells or Santa Clause is Coming to Town...I mean anything.
Today he pooped in his underwear Three times and in the toilet once. So, I guess from that perspective you could say today was a little better. Not really though...
Bless Him! ...actually, bless ME!!
Tomorrow is a new day. I have hope that we will wake up with a new perspective. I know underneath this nonsense is my sweetheart boy.
Thank you Lord that your mercies are new every morning!
2 comments:
Precious little man. :) Hang in there, Sarah...these days will soon fade into the *grown up* years and then you will be sad. It's a funny thing how that works. :)
Oh gosh, poor Mama:( I have had 'those' days and they are not fun! Esp. when they're strung together! Hang in there, sweet friend. If nothing else I hope it brings you a little comfort knowing you're far from alone - many of us are right there in these trenches with you! And yes, Praise God that his mercies are truly renewed each morning. There's such hope in that promising sunrise:)
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