Days Like This

There is always going to be days. Good days, bad days, great days, the worst days… all kinds of days. Yesterday, was a good day, almost a great day in our house. Alan was amazing from start to finish. And then…. then there’s today which has started out with him obsessively going in my dresser, taking out my clothes and lining them up on my bed. Over and over, I put them back, lock the bedroom door, he would be there two seconds later signing to me to open the door.

I would open the door and honor his communication, only to watch the same pattern unfold before my eyes. After about the 5th time, I told him we were done with this and locked my bedroom door for good, he pounced away showing me he was unhappy.

Fast forward to about 20 minutes later, I go in the basement to get my work out in (this is every single morning, never has been an issue). I hear Alleys footsteps coming down the stairs only to be covered, absolutely covered in glitter. Not just any glitter, puzzle 🧩 piece glitter that I bought a couple years ago for Autism Awareness Month.

I was stunned, shocked, no clue what to do next.

Let’s just say, 👏🏻 It 👏🏻 has 👏🏻 been 👏🏻 a day👏🏻 already! I hope your Tuesday is going smoother then mine. I needed to breathe and remember this 👇🏻 maybe it can relate to one of you as well… 🩷

✨ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅ…ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀʏ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ…. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴏᴋᴀʏ. ✨🫶🏻