A Whoopin Anyone?

I thought the day she was born was my darkest day - I swore I could never raise a child with a disability ... but now Miss Chelsea lights up my darkest days.

We went to church tonight and by the time we returned home, Logan was jumping off the walls (literally). Before he broke anything else or hurt anyone I told him to go brush his teeth and he was going to bed. This caused an instant meltdown (he thought he was getting a cupcake for good behavior in church ... ha, ha, ha).

So after carrying him back into his room three times, protecting myself from his attempts to hit and kick me, I got him in bed and locked his door so that he could cool off. (Fortunately almost everything he could break is out of his room, so no worries there!)

Finally, I was able to lay down with Chelsea to read her book. Of course she had been watching the whole thing unravel. Often when it gets like this she gets nervous and tries to help me, hug me, or tell me, "happy." She definitely knows something crazy is going on, and she doesn't like it at all.

Just as we started reading, I hear him holler from his room.

"I HAVE TO PEE!"
"You'll have to wait until I'm done reading."
"I'm going to go in my pants!"
"Fine. You'll have to clean it up."
"NO!!! YOU'LL have to clean it up!"

Trying to keep my cool I just look at Chelsea and say, "Should I go give your brother a whoopin?"

Her response? "No, hug, kiss, Logie."

Wow. Really, through all the madness and chaos, this little angel can always bring a smile back to my face. I may have two very challenging kids (in different ways) ... but she sure knows how to remind me that I'm the luckiest mom in the world. There's no doubt about it, God gave this girl to me for a reason - too bad it took me so long to realize it!