The Outbursts are back
I wrote about this in my other blog. I forgot what this was like. Today I feel heavy. My morning did not go as planned and I feel like my relationship with my son has suffered. He's 7. He'll probably be back to his cuddly self later when I see him, but this morning was rough. It began with a Party Pillow. It's this freaking adorable thing my kids do where they pile all the blankets and pillows and stuffed animals on one of their beds and climb in and talk. It was created by them, initiated by them and it's just beautiful. Grant got up first this morning and went downstairs. We called him up to the bathroom to take his pill and while he was up there, I had him go in his room to grab his clothes. He didn't want to, but went reluctantly. Instead of grabbing his clothes, he started playing with Nora, who hadn't gotten out of bed yet. They decided to have a Party Pillow and it had to include blankets from downstairs....