When the course of mindset is up in the air

When the course of mindset is up in the airChoo-choo woke up two hours earlier than usual this morning and refused to go back to sleep. After yesterday morning–when he quietly removed all the drawers from his dresser and placed them on the floor then filled the drawers with his toys–and yesterday afternoon–when he absolutely refused to lie down in bed and put up such a fight that I ended up sobbing in the bathroom while Diesel tended to our son–I was so not mentally and emotionally prepared for another sleepy time battle.

I so desperately wanted more shut-eye. Continue reading “When the course of mindset is up in the air”

My noisy boy

My son is very loud. Everything he does is loud.

He slams his pretend vacuum into anything on the floor, especially doors and baseboards, as he “cleans” the living room. He shouts as he plays with his just as loud or even louder toys. I don’t think a day goes by when Choo-choo doesn’t drop all his toys from his bed into one large pile, each car, truck, and train slamming onto the others with a crash.

“Mom!” he screams to me from the other room. “I making noise!” Continue reading “My noisy boy”

A man made of snow

Choo-choo has been anxiously awaiting significant snowfall in our area. Anything we’ve had up to this point just hasn’t been enough. For weeks, he kept telling Diesel and me how much he wanted to build a snowman.

A man made of snow

Then the truth came out. Continue reading “A man made of snow”

Like mother, like son

Choo-choo and I were playing with his blocks in the living room last night. We’d had a busy day, but it was quickly approaching bedtime. “Okay, sweetie,” I told him, “You’ve had your extra time to play, but now we need to pick this all up. We can play again tomorrow.”Like mother, like son

I began putting the blocks back in their container.

My son, meanwhile, panicked. His eyes grew wide and worried. Continue reading “Like mother, like son”

Giving in, not giving up

Please don’t hate me, you guys, but… I caved!

I gave Choo-choo something he wanted that I’d told him “no” about many times. But before you panic, it wasn’t anything dangerous or damaging. In fact, it was pretty much a non-issue I stood my ground against only because my original answer had been “no.”

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What dreams may come?

What do dreams mean? Do they mean anything at all?

What dreams may come?

Often, my dreams take place in one of two locations: my parents’ current house (where they have lived since I was 13) in mostly quiet, forest-like woods with a long, winding gravel/dirt driveway and my grandparents’ old house (currently my bio dad’s house). The house that belonged to my grandparents has two separate staircases to go upstairs, a dark, kinda creepy basement (to a child anyway), and Continue reading “What dreams may come?”

When anxiety rages but there is still music in your heart

 

Lately, my anxiety has been turning into anger/rage more than I care to admit.

But I’m admitting it because I think it is important to talk about this issue. Anxiety is so much more than simply feeling scared. It is an overwhelming, often all-consuming, sometimes paralyzing emotion. Anxiety can also manifest itself as anger and rage despite the fact that a lot of people still don’t either know or accept this.

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