I could fill a book with the events of each morning with YOU! Everyone and everything gets put on hold until you are on the bus and headed to school. Except Breckell's hair because she has to go to violin each morning! Your sisters pack their own lunches, and gets completly ready for school on their own while I wrangle with you each morning.
A few days ago was an especially exciting morning. You run in our room at 6am saying the notirious words "mom, I'm hungry!" your declration to me that it's time to get out of bed, and if I don't you will help yourself to the pantry food; which is the only door we haven't put an upper lock on YET, but trust me it's on the list of things to do! So I get out of bed and take you to the bathroom where you will argue that you don't need to go potty, but I plead with you to "just try", sometimes I win, sometimes you win!
Either way we end up in the kitchen at 6:10 am while you talk nonstop, (nothing that I can understand, just lots of rambling) this will also entail wines of complaints if I don't get you what you want to eat, or if I'm insistant that we aren't turning on the TV this early in the morning. It always surprises me how everyone else can sleep through your complaints and tantrums, but I guess they have come accustome to it!
After all the fits are done and you have your food and ipad turned on you will calm down in between bites while you shovel in food as fast as you can. Sitting still if so hard for you especially in the morning! You need lots of sensory like the TV (we do your ipad) you need to chew on something (food) you need to be moving so we will have out your exercise ball or vibrating pillow. These will usually calm you down for a little bit. At this point I will get your drink ready that you have to take, get your medicines ready for the day. When you are finished eating you will come upstairs with me while I get Breckell up and do her hair, this is the scary time when anything is possible!
Brecekll and I were in the bathroom doing her hair when you came in and jumped into our garden tub. You love to get in there with your clothes on and turn on the faucet and drench yourself. You were so fast I didn't get you out before you got drenched down the front of your shirt and pants. So I took off your wet clothes and told you that I would be able to help you get dressed in a minute, I thought you had left, but you must have snuck back in because next thing I know you are in the tub again screaming "I bleeding" I turn quickly to see your finger bleeding heavily. I ran some water and tried to clean the cut so I could tell more closely what had cut you. The blood was coming so fast I couldn't tell what had happened "what cut you Malia" I asked, you pointed to the shaving razor laying on the side of the tub. I wrapped your finger in a towel to put pressure on it so we could at least put a bandaid on it. We went downstairs to get one on, but it bled right through the first bandaid. I didn't know a razor would make such a cut. Four bandaids later we got enough pressure on it to stop the bleeding. You were crying and upset by what had happened. I brought you back upstairs with me and tried to finish Breckell's hair whom was now late for violin. Then Timbrlee walks in and yells Malia don't touch the razors, I turn around again to see you without any control touching the sharp part of the razor yet again. I still haven't figured out why you do this, but it's an obsession when something happens you have to go back to the scene replay it! So SCARRY for a mother! We quickly put up the razors and finished Breckells hair! Oh what a patient sisters you have!
I want's going to leave you alone for a minute so I wrap you in a robe and take you with me to drop off Breckell.
We come back into the house and you see a cup of water on the counter that you push off the counter which splashes orange juice all over the counter and floor, because you upset over what I don't know. So I have to put you in your room for a time out, after 3 minutes I come in not shocked one bit to see you have shredded 2 books, taken a pen and wrote on the walls and bit your toys which some are now ruined. I walk calmly into your room and tell you it's not nice to push cups off the counter. "okay" you say. So I take a deep breath and tell myself it's going to be okay. "Let's get you dressed" I say walking to your dresser. You jump on your bed
screaming at the top of your lungs some jumbled words I don't understand. After picking out your outfit for the day I wonder how I'm going to get you to hold still long enough to put them on you. "Okay Malia, we need to get you dressed now, so could you get off the bed and let me help you?"
"No" more singing off pitch and loudly
"Malia, your bus will be here soon and you aren't dressed."
No response
"Okay Malia if you will let me help you get dressed I will turn on the TV for you before the bus comes." This is your trigger.
You jump down and tornado through putting your clothes on, which is never graceful or pretty, but somehow you have clothes on and that's enough for me!
I give in and turn on the TV and you become mesmerized until your bus comes.
"Whew I did it" I tell Yolanda your bus driver as Malia takes her seat.
"Oh girl you go take a nap, you deserved it!" Yolanda tells me.
"Yes I think I will." I close the door and walk into the kitchen which is blown apart, but hey I made it through another morning! Man I can do anything, guess that nap will have to wait!
No comments:
Post a Comment