It wasn't pretty. It was uncomfortable. I described it as "my senses have been raped. Violently assaulted."
Since the birth of my third child, my womanly hormones have turned vicious. Once a month I turn evil. I feel insane. I over-react. I can't focus. I don't remember anything I'm supposed to do. I literally walk in circles like a crazy person. It's rather scary, especially since I'm the sole care-taker for three rather helpless children.
So combine that point in my hormonal calendar with the dog not having been let out after he ate dinner the night before, and the fact the dog got into the baby prunes that were set out as a reminder to take them to the food bank, and you have disaster. I, of course, had forgotten to set up the coffee maker on auto the previous night, so when I went into the kitchen to start the coffee, I had quite the rude awakening. Thankfully, I saw it before I stepped in it.
The combination of the foul smell of dog urine and feces, plus the aroma of baby food prunes, combined with the 409 w/bleach that I coated the majority of the floor with, was enough to strip the membranes of my nasal passages. It was awful. And to do all that before I had coffee? After cleaning and fixing my coffee, I tried reading my Bible and calming down. But I immediately riled back up when I got irritated by something minor. The springs in the door were squeaking and making a racket. The kids started screaming. The dog started barking. Car doors were slamming. My shirt was sitting on my shoulders wrong and irritating me. And I realized I had clinched my fists. I wanted nothing more than to go into the bedroom, spray lavender scent, and hide.
Instead, I put on a calming DVD for the kids (thank God for Praise Baby!), poured myself a 2nd cup of coffee, closed my eyes, and put my nose directly over the coffee. I did some deep breathing, prayed for the Holy Spirit to take over the hormonal rampage on my mind, and after a few minutes of staring at the pretty brown of the coffee and bathing my senses in beauty, I felt much better.
And it was then that it occurred to me... I had been acting like my Ladybug acts. She doesn't have the hormonal issues that apparently make me extra irritable and sensitive, but that feeling of constant assault, overwhelming smells and sounds... is that what her life is like? Because if that's how the world seems to her... no wonder she acts the way she does! No wonder the least thing can trigger a meltdown. The thought of having to interact with people, of keeping our appointments for that day, had been overwhelming prior to my few moments of beauty. I have control over what I do; I had the option of cancelling, the option of just not going anywhere. She doesn't have that option. She is at the whim of my desires, essentially. So when she attempts to exert control over any small thing, like buckling herself, and it doesn't cooperate... meltdown city.
Perhaps, I need to closely consider the effect her environment has on her. While I have put off any decorating in her room because of the mess that she makes in there, perhaps she needs that room to be calming and beautiful. Maybe we shouldn't have gotten rid of the Ladybug-cave. Maybe she needs an area in the house that is all her own, that is calming and soothing and full of beauty, where her senses and nerves can be calmed, rubbed the right way, and she can just chill and relax.