Yesterday could have been better.
It started out
okay, but then I had a massive freak-out in the middle of the afternoon.
I'm not entirely sure where it came from, but it was leading to places
in my mind I thought I'd left behind me, so I'm grateful that KT was
online and able to talk me down off the ledge, so to speak.
I managed to pull myself together in time to go pick up the kids, and we had a pretty nice evening.
But then I read Officer Buckle and Gloria to Alex at bedtime, and when I finished it, I looked down and Alex was in tears. "What's wrong?"
He managed to gasp out that he was sad because Officer Buckle and Gloria had been alone during their falling-out, and even though they're friends again at the end of the book, he was still sad that they'd fought and been apart.
I tried to lead him around to it, to try to get him to tell me if that reminded him of anyone he knew, but he just shook his head and wanted to snuggle for a while before I read the second book.
And then he woke up me at 3am to tell me he'd had an accident, so I had to get up and change his sheets. That's the second accident he's had in the last week or so.
And then he got up early this morning to tell me he'd had two bad dreams in a row. And that he'd had several when he was at Matt's. I got him to tell me about them, and the running theme seems to be abandonment, specifically by parental figures.
So... yeah, I guess he's starting to actually process that Matt and I aren't together anymore, even if it's not conscious yet.
Which, on top of my own little freak-out, was pretty well precisely bad timing. So I'm sleepy and doldrum-y today, and wishing there was some way to turn back the clock, and wondering if I should cancel my date for this weekend.