Today was A – D.A.Y.
We are so blessed as a family and all the progress AJ has made in regulating his emotions, but just like anyone else, he has off days. Mom – me – didn’t realize how low the milk was. I knew it was low but thought I at least had enough for this morning. I was wrong.
AJ saw the milk half way and he took it as a cup half empty, not full type of way. He did not trust it. In his eyes, that’s not his milk. His milk goes to the top and mom gives him his milk with waffles.
Today mom gave him a half empty cup and no waffles. The waffles were still cooking. Wrong move mom!
AJ frantically opened the freezer to give me waffles. I showed him his (they were done and sliced in triangles like he likes it). Nope – can’t trust it. He did not see me pour the milk or start cooking the waffles. In his eyes everything is something else. This is not what or how we do things in the morning.
Long story short, he could not recover his emotions today. The waffle gate triggered a forty minute meltdown.
Then he ate 🙌🏼.
Afterwords, we went to Walmart and everything was great. Kids got some toys and we got groceries.
Came home and the kids had a glorious hour of playing nice together. It was amazing to see. Not every spectrum family experiences that. Then things changed.
AJ’s emotions were spiking high each way, no in between. One minute he was screaming upset, the next hysterically laughing.
On hard days AJ has a tough time finding that sweet balance of zen.
In the mix of all this, I’m sneezing at least five times every few minutes. I wish I was exaggerating. My allergies were the worst!
Also in the mix, sweet Lucina didn’t nap so she was clumsy and needed a lot of hugs. She also tried her hardest to help AJ feel better.
It’s tough but on days like this I have to tell her “Brother isn’t feeling well but he loves your kisses. You can go play and mommy will help him.”
This is the reality some days. It’s fine, it’s life. We all have bad days. We just do our best to help AJ because at the end of the day, he’s the one going through it, not us.
P.S. if you are following the previous blog, Mr. Wiggles is still hanging in there. I’m going to try in a day or so. I didn’t want to make today any more intense.
Until next blog ❤
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