Glimmer

The past few days have been hectic around here, to say the least. The flying monkeys are having a hard time, I can’t do anything to help, and it’s been driving me crazy. Crazy momma + school + kiddo’s therapies + day-to-day stuff = just a little stressed.

Monday sucked. I’m talkin’ full-out, wish-it-never-happened, why-isn’t-there-a-reset-button kind of suckage. The Princess awoke, screaming, at about 7:00…a full hour and a half before her normal wake up time. She simply couldn’t be happy, and that little lip protruding from her face was getting me all choked up. I can’t take the pain away, and that kills me.

She was having GI issues again, and there’s nothing we can do in these situations except to let them work themselves out. Sometimes a bath helps; sometimes prunes do. But it’s largely a waiting game. The day was monopolized by the poor thing’s misery, and when she finally started to feel better she was just so tired she couldn’t even think.

On the way to OT, she fell asleep. This is never a good thing…she stopped taking naps eons ago, and when she falls asleep in the car it’s not uncommon for her to scream her bloody head off for an hour or more after you wake her up. To try, or not to try? We were already about two thirds of the way there…I figured if she freaked I could just turn around and go home, explaining the situation to Sakina by phone.

But she was okay. I woke her up, she rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times…getting a feeling for her surroundings. She signed “play” and shot out of the car like a rocket toward the clinic’s door. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all, I told myself. She made it through OT without much trouble, though she wasn’t too happy about anything pressing on her tummy.

For the rest of the day, The Princess ran around half-heartedly…with much down-time shared with her companion, Dirt Pink.

Monday evening we all curled up in front of the TV to watch Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs, which was surprisingly fantastic. I laughed until my face hurt…something I needed pretty badly at that point in my day. The Princess even watched bits and pieces from her little arm chair. See? Even in a bad day, there’s a little glimmer of good.

Due to the high levels of suckitude and small amounts of rest we’d all had, we made a group decision to end Monday early and went to bed. It never hurts to snuggle up under the covers and pray that tomorrow will be a better day.