Today I'm feeling like that little kitty cat on those old motivational posters.
Trying so hard to hang in there, and looking SO cute while doing it.
Penny's use of the word turbulent in the comments of my last post was perfect. It really did put something into perspective. When I think of turbulence I think of airplanes. I hate flying. I know it's because I'm not in control. Just like I'm not in control here. But, when I am on a plane and the turbulence hits, I know it will pass... eventually. I know things will get smooth again. The bumpiness probably lasts a very short amount of time, but really, it feels like forever.
I'm having a really rough time right now because Little Bird is WAY out of whack. Her brain is working so fast and she can't seem to slow it down: "hi mommy, i love you mommy, dazzleberry lemonade, the pitcher was empty now its full mommy, elmo's mommy takes him to school, lets go library, lets go bookstore, we went to the bookstore, i want drink juice, can I have juice please?" Yes, all that is in one breath. It's hard to keep up. Her sensory system is so completely disregulated. She's not sleeping well, not eating well, there's so much flapping, and she's suddenly (last 3 weeks) plugging her ears. No, it's not an ear infection. I've checked. Twice. She's throwing tantrums and it's harder and harder to get her "back".
This is rough. It's probably especially rough because we had a few amazing weeks. We were up, now we're down. I guess that you've gotta ride the lows so you can really appreciate the highs, right? Or gotta have the rain before you see the rainbow? Great, now I really DO sound like a motivational poster.