I’ve been weepy most of the week, which is weird because Mom says I’ve been so much better since I’ve been back on meds. Not sure how this is better.
A lot has happened but whenever I sit down to write about it, it feels like nothing. So how do you talk about it? Easier to slip under the blanket and pretend the world doesn’t exist than to sort it all out.
I haven’t really talked about it, because… I don’t know. Maybe a part of me wanted to ignore it? I think I may have mentioned it last week, but I’m too lazy to check right now. But he’s on leave from South Korea right now.
Growing up, every major holiday involved food – and LOTS of it – for my family. That hasn’t changed over the years. As I write this Mom is cooking ham and Dad is trying to convince her to make a ridiculous amount of pies.
I’m reaching a point where I can feel myself physically getting tired, but unable to slow myself down enough to get more sleep. I laid down for a nap today and didn’t get a wink. My brain won’t stop and it’s nothing truly coherent per se. It’s more along the lines of internal dialogue similar to the din of a restaurant.
Today was Scholar Owl’s surgery. My mom insisted that I bring Piggie with me “for my anxiety” but I didn’t argue. She’s the best person to translate for me anyway – whether it’s the staff that doesn’t understand what I’m saying or I don’t understand them. She also the best person to bring to help manage crisis behaviors if they arise. Luckily for me, my sister had the day off and was able to go.
So before I begin telling the story of today’s adventure, I want to make it clear that my oldest son is okay.
It’s been a quiet day today for the most part. Little Bear had a few hiccups here and there but other than that, he did well. He just needs to learn to slow down a bit and pay more attention to what’s being said rather than jumping to conclusions and blowing up. Not sure if he’ll ever grow out of assuming the worst.
This morning I received a robo call from the school district informing parents that three of the schools in our district had been locked down due to a threat to the community. The automated message ended with no further details.
Today the school called to have me come in for Little Bear. It’s been awhile since I’ve gotten a call from them, but this time was different. I could hear him crying in the background over the phone. Continue reading “Thoughts of the Day with a Side of Brooding”