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JEKBreatheandBelieve
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Day two: Not so great, but survived. I was so tired from only sleeping a couple of hours last night. My older son was tired, too. Actually the first part of the morning went well. My boys played in the basement playroom while I sorted through all of the remaining boxes yet to be unpacked. Now the playroom is actually just a playroom. Everything that isn't supposed to be there has been removed and it's just toys, games, music, and art supplies.
I barely made it through lunch with the boys. Quite certain I was dissociating through some of that. After lunch I played the keyboard while the boys played a bit more. I haven't done that in so long. I was amazed my fingers still knew what to do. Felt sad though because I kept thinking about my first piano teacher and wondering if he survived his lung cancer or not.
Put the boys for a nap. The older one kept popping up and I got mad at him. I tossed his stuffed animals out of his bed in anger and told him to get in the bed and that if he got up again he was staying in his room when Grammie came later (empty threat). He cried and I felt horrible. He stayed put though. My mom came to watch them and she played with them and fed them dinner while I went to a therapy appointment.
I am not bribing (or offering an incentive) for my son to stay in bed. He can earn a sticker for each time he stays put in bed this week. If he gets 5 by the end of the week, he can have money towards a toy. I did not hear a peep out of him after I closed his door and he hasn't wandered out once.
I guess I feel it wasn't great because I am not doing that great, but I guess overall it wasn't too bad.
I barely made it through lunch with the boys. Quite certain I was dissociating through some of that. After lunch I played the keyboard while the boys played a bit more. I haven't done that in so long. I was amazed my fingers still knew what to do. Felt sad though because I kept thinking about my first piano teacher and wondering if he survived his lung cancer or not.
Put the boys for a nap. The older one kept popping up and I got mad at him. I tossed his stuffed animals out of his bed in anger and told him to get in the bed and that if he got up again he was staying in his room when Grammie came later (empty threat). He cried and I felt horrible. He stayed put though. My mom came to watch them and she played with them and fed them dinner while I went to a therapy appointment.
I am not bribing (or offering an incentive) for my son to stay in bed. He can earn a sticker for each time he stays put in bed this week. If he gets 5 by the end of the week, he can have money towards a toy. I did not hear a peep out of him after I closed his door and he hasn't wandered out once.
I guess I feel it wasn't great because I am not doing that great, but I guess overall it wasn't too bad.