I’ve put myself in time out for a few minutes. I’m going on four hours of sleep and Emmett is a sensory nightmare this morning. He’s really struggling and at this point, we can’t help him to wear his socks.
The last resort is sending him barefoot in his crocks but that’s what we had to do on Friday and we’ll do it again today.
Right now I’m having Emmett stand in a big box of rice, hoping to wake his feet up, as his occupational therapist would say. I’m not sure it’s going to help much but it’s something to occupy him while I take a breather.
It’s important to recognize my limits and make sure I don’t lose my cool. Putting myself in time out, helps me to do just that.
Frankly, it’s a terrible way to start the week but it isn’t his fault.
Handling this in the manner I have, helps to mitigate the fallout and limit the meltdowns.