Woke up tired, which is not a good sign and when I went to get Dad out of the bed he cussed me and told me to go away...What a way to start the day, huh? So, I put on my preschool teacher voice and face and talked him out of the bed and into the bathroom. He keeps trying to find someone to be mad at all day. Mom was bragging on his pretty blue eyes and he told her to go away and quit making fun of him. I was moving him from the wheelchair and he yelled at me that he couldn't carry me and him. Mom and I laugh and then he gets even more mad. It makes for a difficult day when everything is a fight -
BUT, he is cussing, yelling, and fussing at us, which means...he's speaking. Days like today you have to watch him like a hawk. He'll take off his oxygen, won't leave on the mask for his nebulizer treatment and he's likely to spit out any meds when you turn your back. He is definitely is in his terrible twos today.
So, pray for patience and that we can keep laughing over top of his head at each other. Because according to him, "He didn't ask for this s**t!"
1 comment:
Keep writing girl, it's good for you. I'm sorry you have so much to deal with. I too tend to laugh to relieve the tension
Kellie
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