Good Times, Hard Times

When Jack has days with multiple melt downs, I don't call them 'bad days' or a 'bad time.'  I see it as a hard or difficult day.  Each meal, each transition, bath time, and bed time were all hard today.  The funny thing about Jack is that as soon as the demand is followed- Jack seems to forget what just happened and is smiling and laughing while I am left feeling shaken and emotionally distraught.  :)


On days like this I remind myself of these three things....


***Next week I will be back at work and will miss days like these, yes I really will.

***Tomorrow is a new day.  God's promises are new every morning.

***What were the good times in this day? 
         -Jack slept until 8:20 a.m.
         -I had Starbucks.
         -I am planning a super fun event that will benefit Autism Speaks.
         -We got the clothes that we ordered from Old Navy/Gap for school and they all fit and were        very cheap with the 40% off.
         -Jack did really well at Target today and made Ellie and I 'pee in our pants' laugh several times.  He might have laid out in the bottom of the cart and yelled 'Let it Go!!!!' down every aisle.  He was a complete goof ball and kept trying to make us giggle. 
         -During a time out I heard Jack yelling, "I'm scared, it's getting stronger" which is from Frozen... lol.
         -Mrs. Tilley sent me the cutest video of her puppies with bubbles.
         -We went to Ma and Popcorn in downtown McKinney today.  Kendall, who works there, was probably the NICEST human being ever.  She volunteers for Special Olympics and immediately loved on Jack and scooped him up, along with Ellie, and showed them how the popcorn is made, let them pick a color, and gave them some for free.  Jack adored her and kept hugging her and saying, 'my friend.'  I may have cried.  So, so, thankful for her and her sweet heart and words.  Even if Jack soon forgot it, I never will. 


So as you can see....the Good Times out-number the Hard Times, even though it doesn't feel like that in the moment.

And if personal reflection doesn't work, two handfuls of cookies should do the trick ;)