It’s my fault.
Isn’t this so peaceful? It is a shot I grabbed on my short hike Sunday. It was picture perfect weather. I know that I just came by from the Bahamas just over a week ago, but these little hiking excursions or grabbing a meal with friends is so incredibly important for my sanity.
Today was not a great day. I put the boys on the bus and had to rush for two appointments over an hour away. It was cold and drizzling rain. I abhor driving in the rain. I completed my appointments and came back home for office work until the rugrats came home.
The boys’ sweet teacher sent me a message. Jesse has a very bad day. He was very defiant, hitting others, and throwing things. She told me that their precious bus driver said Jesse had a rough time on the bus this morning, so she thinks that set off the chain of events.
She said that Jake even had two accidents this afternoon. I believe that Jake may have had those because Jesse was so off. I think they have a pretty strong bond and can just sense things with one another. (I learned in the IEP meeting that the teachers and therapists think so, too. ♥️)Anyway, she said she knew they would have a better day tomorrow.
Then it dawned on me. It was all my fault. 😢 I had forgotten to give Jesse his medicine this morning. I feel horrible about it. It made me cry. I apologized profusely to the teacher numerous times. I also apologized to their bus driver when he dropped them off.
I made my boys have a bad day. It was totally and completely my fault. I was cleaning Saturday and I put everything off the counter where i normally have the pill bottle sitting in my vision during the busy mornings. So i forgot. Something so simple can have such a rippling effect. I don’t give Jesse any meds on the weekend or school holidays. I want him to run and play all he wants. I don’t give him meds when they go for ABA. (He has a 1:1 therapist working with him.)
Honestly, I can’t promise that it won’t happen again. It probably will no matter how hard I try.
(originally shared 11/13/2018)
