Yesterday Logan had a rough day. He has days that are good and days that are bad and yesterday was a bad one. It's almost like his brain isn't firing quite right or something and he wakes up off and nothing you do the whole day can make a difference. He is irritable and aggressive and unreasonable. His comprehension is down and so he won't listen to the things you say and it seems like all we can do is get through the day and hope we wakes up better the next day.
He woke up irritable yesterday morning and refused to get up and get ready for school. He laid on the floor crying and yelled at me when I tried to help. I fed him breakfast before I took him to school to see if that would help but it didn't. He went to the Children's Center and luckily they are trained to handle him on his bad days. But his inclusion teacher got in a car accident on the way to the daycare and wasn't waiting for him when he got off the bus like she always does.
The front desk worker didn't know what to do so she sent him back with the other preschool kids who were finishing lunch and getting ready for naps and the classroom was very chaotic. The teachers were busy with the other kids so Logan didn't get his normal calm down routine before naps and he snapped and lost it. Logan bit and scratched a kid right before his inclusion teacher showed up. And this all happened within about 15 minutes. And because he bit it was an automatic suspension for the day.
One of the hardest parts of all of this for me is feeling like I can't be there for Logan when he needs me. I'm out of sick time and had a big meeting at work yesterday afternoon that I couldn't miss. Thank goodness my mother-in-law was around and picked him up for me and just had him watch Daniel Tiger until I got there to pick him up. When I tried to talk to him about what had happened he seriously had no clue. It was like he was a deer in the headlights and he just stared at me with those big blank eyes. His bad days scare me to death.
Logan crashed and fell asleep on the drive home. He got about 30 minutes of sleep before I woke him up to eat the chicken nuggets I picked up from Wendy's. He cried and cried and cried. And cried until his face was bright red and he was hysterical. We forced him to eat, did a quick bath and then put him down for early bed. He woke up better this morning and I hope he has a better day today.