Have you ever woken up and known that today was going to be one of those days? Yes? Me too. Today was one of those mornings, in fact, and the day is definitely one of those those days. It started out with Ryan doing the first thing he always does when he wakes up — climbing out of bed, sitting down on the floor behind his closed bedroom door, and slamming his head against the wall. I wouldn’t be human if I didn’t admit the feelings I have about dealing with this day after day: in the morning when he wakes up, in the afternoons before he goes down for a nap, later in the afternoons when he wakes up from a nap, and again at night when going to bed. Those feelings? Anger. Frustration. Despair. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to go in there and just backhand him and scream at him to stop.
But while I may have those feelings every now and then, I never act on them. I vent them instead, here on my blog, to Dan, to the therapists that are working with Ryan each week, and to my mom. How do we deal with the head banging? Redirection, distraction. Rinse, repeat.
Anyway, I just finished scrubbing toothpaste out of the carpet. I had a lengthy trail from the kids’ bathroom all the way down the hallway. It’s amazing what a kid can do when you have your back turned long enough to load up the dishwasher. Sigh. My arm aches from scrubbing toothpaste out of our carpet.
My name is Jenn, and I'm 27 years old. I'm happily married to my best friend and soulmate, Daniel. Together we have a six year old daughter named 
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That sounds terrible! getting toothpaste on your clothes is bad enough, I couldn’t imagine it winding up all over my carpet! :O