Let’s say remember that chicken he wanted in the last blog post?!.. well last week I was like ok.. I’ll make it.
All seemed ok at first. Gave him small amount of mashed potatoes and more chicken. Seemed ok.
Then went downhill from there. He hates chicken.. he didnt ask for it.. i wanted him to choke on dry chicken..
Needless to say wasn’t Zeq. His voice was dramatically different. Things escalated from there. Punching the microwave because it was the microwaves fault that the chicken was dry. It was made on the stove.
Threw the plate, not once, not twice but three times. Each time in between he picked up the chicken and put it back on the plate. So deep down believe it was more than one personality. One being mad.. then the ocd clean one and so on.
This went on for over an hour. He then comes down and get tea, he starts crying saying was sorry.
Definitely not new, but that hasn’t happened for a hot minute. But since that day. Foods have changed yet again. He now eats chocolate fudge poptarts. No cookies, but now yellow cupcakes with no icing.
That is how quickly foods change, how quickly dynamic changes. There is no rhyme or rhythm to it. It just happens.
We pick up and go about the day. We clean up food off floors, we dry crying eyes and do our best.
Each day us a new day, nothing is a given. We take it as it comes. We will continue on everyday
We will do as we always do.
Onward and upward