Coming Home Was a Downer?

I normally find myself missing my boys all day at work, and anxiously waiting all day till I can finally go home. Coming home is always a relief, and I enjoy just being able to lay down and relax for a bit. But today was different. Today I came home and just felt bored. I don't know why. There wasn't anything I wanted to go do or see. But I was just bored and emotionally strung out. Even my husband agreed that something felt off today.

Well my husband went to class, and I found myself literally bored to tears. Whether they were caused simply by boredom, or from me feeling emotionally on edge, I don't know. But I wasn't feeling very happy-go-lucky that's for sure.

Luckily I live in a house of sweet boys, and to solve mom's downer moment we all went out to eat at Burger King. Oh how I have been craving fast, fatty, junk food. And the fact that I didn't have to cook was wonderful.

Nephew: "Why is there food all over the floor?"

Me: "Because I got mad and threw it all over. Can you believe that?"

Nephew: "Yeah"

I lost my voice this week and I have to say the most frustrating thing about it is that when I get frustrated I can't yell it out. I should probably try to learn a lesson from this ;)

Over Stimulated!

When you work with Autistic kids and you hear the phrase over stimulated a lot. When they get over stimulated weighted vests and blankets are used to help calm them down. It wasn't until I saw this solution that I realized I get over stimulated too.

It's happened quite often lately. I get really irritable and bugged by something happening around me- whether it be too much noise, that talk in church I really don't want to do or just frustrations that have been wearing on me all day. Now, I'm not just merely bugged by these things. No, I feel the frustration to my very core. It feels like it's crawling throughout my body and trying to come out through my skin. It's at these moments that light, soft touches or pains- my husband tickling my arm, my dogs wet nose on my feet or the boys pulling my hair- send me over the edge. What I actually crave is firm pressure- like the weighted blankets and vests from school, or perhaps just a long deep hug.

To help lessen these moments of over stimulation we have implemented a quiet time.

See, we watch my nephew and it was just too much to take when I got home from work. My nephew would make noise and the boys would cry because they wanted me to hold them. To top it all off I'd try to squeeze all my energy into trying to do homework with my nephew. This was slowly becoming an unhappy experience for all of us.

Now, when the boys go down for a nap we have an hour of quiet time. Time where I don't have to answer to anyone's requests. It's helped a great deal here. Even if my nephew doesn't always follow the rules ;)