Not the Way to Start The Day

I think I cursed us yesterday. :P Yesterday started with peace and joy; this morning started with a level 10 meltdown. Yes, I'm sure you all looked at that time stamp. I'm still shaking, but I probably won't have time later to post.

Joey got something in his eye. Or he got poked in the eye. I'm not sure which. But one minute we were happily settling into a before-school episode of Signing Time, and the next moment I had Joey screaming and biting himself and thrashing everywhere. Whatever happened, it hurt. The only information I have is it was a duck (there is no duck in sight; I thought he meant Doc, because that was in sight, but he insists it isn't that) and that Andy didn't do it (and he was firm on that point, too.)I pulled him out of it before the bus came, more because I had him keep his eyes closed as much as possible- which made the meltdown worse, Joey didn't like it one bit. But the eye recovered.

I was glad to get him to the bus not because he left my hands, but because the vibration and movement of the bus is so soothing to him. Im not sure telling the bus driver about the problem was necessary, but if he's scratched his eye, it might be sensitive, and I didn't want them in the middle of a renewed meltdown without warning. Also, I thought the aide might help him keep his eye closed a little longer.

Thus begins my day. May it only get better from here for all of us. You, too.