The beginning of the transition...

The first choice fell through.  Choice #1 SAID she wanted him but then wouldn't work with me on a plan.  She first stated that she needed to get a house, a job and a car.  I waited.  She called and said, I have the house now I just need a car and a job.  I waited.  Nothing.  I checked in with her.  She replied I have a car now just need a job.  I made a remark like I wish I could get a house and a car without a job.  She replied,  well i have a job growing marijuana for medicinal purposes but I think I need a different job to take MLRA.  I thought to myself, YEAH.  But I then received a text saying, I can't take him after all.  Do what you have to do. 

I saw improvement in MLRA so I stalled.  Then MLRA peed on his pillow, his blanket and his pajamas.  I am amazed at the trouble he goes to in order to pee anywhere but in the toilet.  He had just gone potty so he couldn't have had that much in him but yet he did.  He had to have pulled his pillow off of his bed, taken his blanket off the bed and arranged them on the floor along with his pajamas.  Then pee on them. 

I tried to hide it from my husband.  I didn't want him to have another heart attack.  He usually leaves these things to me because he does not have the patience or know how to deal with him.  But, he found out soon enough when MLRA started yelling, I have cleaned up my pee Mom!  Can I play on my computer now? 

My husband soon thereafter asked me to tell him when this was going to be over.... I can be very stubborn but I have had to also realize that MLRA's actions do not only affect me but my husband and family as well.  So, with that in mind, I re-connected with Aunt #2.  She immediately responded and said, My heart and home will always be open to MLRA.  I love him and will always love him. 

With that, I finally felt relief and also fear that the plan was starting to move forward.  I began to be more aware of the little positive things that MLRA did or does.  Sometimes, on rare occasions, he will wake up in the morning and bring me my slippers so my feet won't be cold on touching the floor.  He always wakes up happy and I've taught him to say Good Morning, today is going to be a good day!  Which he now says daily.  He is constantly following me around the house like my little shadow.  He tells he loves me quite a few times a day.  He has to brush his teeth with me and he has to have breakfast with me.  I am frustrated most mornings getting him to brush his teeth but when he is brushing his teeth, he is pretty happy and singing.