I used to be able to say with certainty that if Ella woke up in a good mood, chances were the rest of her day would follow suit. These last few weeks, she has tested that theory every chance she gets.

This morning was a fabulous morning. She pooped for the second time in twelve hours, thank you again Poofy Organics, and was laughing when I went in to give her her medicine. I laid in bed with her for a bit because it was still pretty early, and Jack decided to sleep in. We talked, held hands, and were having a great time. She started to doze off right around the time Jack was waking. I left Goldie and Bear on, but was thinking she might want to take a little nappy snooze. She was up early and looked tired.

My suspicions were correct. After I got Jack up and gave him his bottle, we went in to check on her and she was sleeping. I fed Wanda, turned the tv off, and let her sleep. I wish I had been on that bed right next to her snoozing.

When she woke up I got her dressed, and by that time Amanda had just arrived. She was happy for about a half an hour after she ate, and then the day went down hill. She just lost it. She was screaming, grabbing and seemed very aggressive. Something was clearly bothering her and I couldn’t figure out what it was.

Wanting to spend time with her, we all headed up to her room. She has toys in there and a big enough bed where we can sit and interact with her. She loves being with people, but sometimes she just wants to be in her bed. We often adjust our play space to make sure that Ella is included, and not hanging in her room alone.

The rest of her day didn’t get much better. She briefly fell asleep again, and screamed her way through dinner. She barely ate anything because she was so worked up. It’s so incredibly frustrating to not be able to figure out what’s bothering her. It breaks my heart that she gets that upset over something that can potentially be an easy fix.

After I realized dinner was a complete fail, I put Ella to bed and got myself something to eat. As I was sitting down, I accidentally broke a LEGO that CJ had made. Wellllll, that turned into quite a scene. CJ cried for what felt like forever, and despite offering to fix it, nothing was going to make it better. Part of me felt bad, and part of me was annoyed. How many times do I have to ask him to put his stuff away? This was a tough lesson for him to learn. There is enough going on here daily, I can’t constantly remind him to clean up. He knows he has to.

Days like today make going to bed a little extra easier. They completely exhaust me. I hope everyone else had a wonderful Saturday!

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