Well, really just not a fan of the entire weekend.
Brayden screamed on Saturday. He does not like wind or any sort of breeze lately. He screams more for that than getting an IV. The older boys have soccer, outside. Where, guess what? There is a breeze. Brayden screamed his way through the soccer game and the rides in the car.
Brayden screamed on Sunday. He cried and screamed and screamed and cried. We went to church then out to lunch. Well, the older boys and I had lunch while Jeremy and Brayden were sitting outside (in a non-breeze zone) because Brayden was not happy. Hmmm, is this deja vu or did this happen last year too? Later that evening, we headed back to church for Carter and Luke's award ceremony. Brayden continued to cry and scream despite the effort of his Grandfather. As tradition, we head out for ice cream after the ceremony. Brayden continued to scream. I sat outside with him. Jeremy sat outside with him. See the "smiles" while I am gritting my teeth...
Every part of the weekend included Brayden crying in the car.
Come Monday, a school day. He cried on his way to school, at school and on his way home. We considered keeping him home today but did not. Not expecting a great report from school.
Jeremy and I were at our wits end. Nothing seemed to help Brayden. No clue as to the cause of all the screaming. He seems so miserable and we can offer him very little help.