It started with me being an eejit (that’s Scottish for idiot by the way) and not going to bed till 2am. My own fault I know… you’d think I’d know better by now, right?
Then I was woken at about 4.30am by a crying Max. I think he thought it was time to get up as the birds were tweeting and it was getting light.
So down the stairs I went and got him some milk, hoping that’d calm him down.
No such luck. Crying ensued as I closed the door on him.
Somehow Zack managed to sleep through it all!
Then this afternoon, a lovely lady called Marie came over (for the second time) to help me with filling out Max’s DLA form (Disability Living Allowance), which lead to us having to write down all the negatives of living with Max.
That… that wasn’t so much fun.
I don’t like thinking about all the negatives of living with my lil man.
I normally try to focus on the positives.
Like that he’s been asking for milk with the PECS card EVERY time now. With a little prompting, but still, YAY!
And that he’ll give me a cuddle and a kiss goodnight now.
And the way he gets Zack to chase him when he’s out in the garden, and giggles the WHOLE time.
Then there was this evening, which has consisted of period cramps.
What a wonderful Monday eh?
Tuesday’s gotta be better, right?