My husband has been handling some family issues, so I thought I could go and pick up my meds. I told the monkey to go get his shoes, we were going out. He ran and got them and I helped him put them on. He grabbed my purse and the keys (this is how he knows we are leaving). He’s been having such a great day. I want to think he knows I’m sick so he’s behaving.
I buckled him in the car and then I thought I should get his iPad. In case they take a while at the CVS drive thru, he may need it to distract himself. And since he hasn’t played with it much today, I thought it’d be a nice treat.
I locked the door with the car alarm and ran inside. I am slower than usual but I still tried to hurry. I ran upstairs and then remembered it was downstairs. I took maybe two, three minutes tops to get back to him.
When I got back to the car I opened the door and the monkey was erratic. I couldn’t calmn him down. He was screaming and crying hysterically. He threw the iPad on the ground and ran to the house. I ran to him and unlocked the house door and he ran inside. He threw my keys and kept hugging me. He didn’t want to let me go. He kicked my purse and kept pushing me away from the door.
It’s been over an hour and he still is crying, hugging me. Maybe he thought I was going to leave him in the car? Maybe he got claustrophobic? Maybe my two minutes seemed like eternity for him?
Whatever it is, this is the hard part of communication. If he’d understood I was running to get his iPad, if he understood I would be quick, if he understood my entire purpose is to protect him always, if he’d understand all of this, maybe he’d be at peace. 💔