Do you ever feel like your life is one big Whack-A-Mole game?
I dropped Matthew off yesterday afternoon and he did great! He was so happy he wasn't crying that while he was standing in line, he turned around, pointed to his eyes and smiled at me. I was so relieved!
Then, after school, he was to play with his buddy J for a few minutes. He came out of the door happy and turned to wait for his new friend. J came out, went to him mom and said "Can I play with D right now?" Matthew's smile faded and he was so confused. Awww. Poor kid.
Then, after 15 min I had to take him to physio. He lost it. He had a 20 min meltdown in the car on the way. And again on the way home. And again as I was setting the table. And again as food was placed on the table. And again as food was placed on his plate. And again as he attempted to eat.
And, as of last night, the nightmares are back.
Got rid of the stress in one place, only to have it pop up in another. I suppose that was inevitable.
I am a SAHM with two boys close in age. My oldest was born with an atypical neuromuscular left clubfoot and keeps us very busy with appointments.
It seems that in our family, everything we have done has been a struggle, but in the end, worth every difficult step. This blog is about those steps in our journey.