Poor L. He had a roughish day today. Not much sleep, many nightmares and ended up with me in my bed. He is struggling with lack of routine. As much as I try to keep things structured, it doesn't really cut it and his anxiety is flaring as a result. Hence, he is in MAJOR control mode.
Today for example:
Me: Helping him into his car seat "In you get Sunshine Bob" (I am hopeless for pet names, even though he hates them- can't help myself)
L: "I am NOT Sunshine Bob, I am L... R...."
Me: "I was only joking L, I know your name is L... R..."
L: (Extremely upset now) YOU ARE NOT JOKING!!! YOU ARE MUMMY R..."
Can't fight the truth huh.
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