I’ve been trying to get my mojo back. At Lion’s suggestion, I’ve been a little meaner. He asked to eat first and I told him I was pretty sure he could wait for me. He’s been working to restore parts of the blog so he’ll just disappear out of the room. I asked him if he would mind going back to the rule where he has to ask me if he can leave the room. He said he wouldn’t mind. I told him it didn’t really matter if he minded or not because the rule is now in effect.
These examples may seem like piddly little things, but I realize I need baby steps. I feel like I’ve been pretty far into the weeds lately and I need to fight my way out. Stupid little statements like “I want you to empty the dishwasher” or “Put this in the garbage for me” are important to bolstering my self esteem.
Lion is working hard toward not interrupting me. I don’t think he’s done it since Saturday. I’ve interrupted him and when I realize it I apologize. He says I’m allowed to do it. That may be true, but it’s still rude and apologizing for it is, to me, a sign I respect Lion. Just because I don’t get my butt whomped for it doesn’t make it any less of an offense. Rude is rude.
Last night Lion admitted that it might be difficult for him to wear the cage again. He’s concerned about getting up from the toilet in one of our bathrooms as well as those at work. I don’t want to rush him. When he feels he’s able to, we can go back to it. This morning he suggested a trial run. He is now locked into the plastic cage with access to the key in case he needs to extricate himself.
The cage went on easily. This is not always the case. Maybe it was the cage’s way of welcoming us back to his being locked up. It was nice to see the tip of mypoking out. We’ll see how long he can keep it on. The plastic cage has a tendency to rub. He worked on it the other day to smooth it out. This is a good test run. And there’s no penalty for having to remove it. (Not that there ever is if he has an emergency.)
Another rule just crossed my mind. When we watch local news, or even some national news, Lion often says “who cares?” when he sees what he considers a frivolous story. I usually tell him many people care or they wouldn’t be reporting it. Sometimes I care. Sometimes he says it and by the end of the story, he cares. I’ve tried saying it about stories I know he cares about, but it’s had no effect. So his new rule is to stop saying “who cares?” when it’s something he doesn’t care about.
Hmmm… maybe the mojo is returning. See it peeking around the corner there?