Frankie D.

Frankie D.

Monday, October 13, 2014

THE NOT SO Malicious Monday

So, remember last blog? Well, I mentioned I usually have Terrible Tuesdays but there are also Malicious Mondays in my life.  Now, THIS Monday wasn't as Malicious!

I call my Mondays, “Malicious” because they aren't really good days and they never, ever, change.  First, I have to get up extra early because my sister has an early class at FIU and traffic is horrible.  Second, because I am tired, I am usually not good in school and don’t make as many points as I would like.  I am cranky and I have to go through more meltdowns during the day.  When I have a meltdown I feel angry and I throw a fit.  I don’t like feeling this way but I can’t help it.  I know I need to learn to control my anger and frustration but it’s hard.  My teacher gives me a stress ball and it helps me calm down – I squeeze it hard and try to breath and most of the time it works. Anyway, the whole day is a mess and I hate them.

Back to this Monday NOT being so Malicious and negative for me - things were still bad but not as bad.  I think I got more sleep because I wasn't as tired.  Mom keeps on sending us to bed earlier and earlier but it’s hard for me to fall to sleep.  I do take melatonin to help me sleep but I also get scared at night and I hate sleeping by myself.  My brother, Victor, used to sleep with me before but we are getting older and we don’t fit in my twin bed anymore.  Even if he is sleeping on the same bunk bed, I still feel lonely and scared.  Well,  again, I am thinking I must have gotten more sleep that night because I wasn't as tired; I wasn't as cranky; and, I didn't meltdown so much at school.  I think I even got over 80 points, which is crazy for a MALICIOUS MONDAY!  

These positive little things made such a big difference in my day.  I noticed the day didn't stink so much and I told my mom I wanted to share it on my blog.  This Monday was not so Malicious at all and it deserves a special spot in my stories.  Things don’t always have to be negative – just a little positive goes a long way. I am not usually an optimist but if my Mondays can get better, then I might just become one. 

Now, excuse me while I go take a shower and get ready for bed!

PS:  Don't you love my picture design?  I think it's so cool! I made it using Picassa and I had so much fun!

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

The yellow-head dwarf gecko.

Today I saw a “yellow head dwarf gecko.”

I was going to my CCD class when I saw it. It was on the metal fence at the parking lot of the school mom takes me to my CCD lessons. CCD is a class you take before you do your first communion. I go to CCD on “terrible” Tuesdays – I call it like that because it’s a crazy day for me but maybe it will become “terrific” Tuesdays if I am positive enough – that’s what my mom says.  I noticed the gecko when I was getting off our van; as usual, mom was talking to me about my school day and how I need to work on being more positive and getting along better with others. You see, I have a hard time getting along with some people because of their personalities. But of course, anyone can get along with someone even if their personalities make it hard for them to become friends. So the thing is that I feel people are either better than me or just interested in things that I am not interested in at all so it’s hard for me to find a common interest to build a friendship. Getting back to the Gecko – It was pretty neat to see it. As a matter of fact I named it myself before I got home and did some research with my mom on the internet. I called it “The yellow masked iguana” Later on I found out it was actually a gecko.

Why do I write about this, you may ask?  Because my mom used to blog about things that happened in our lives years ago. I read her blog with her one day and I liked it. I asked her why she doesn’t blog anymore and she said she has no time. I want her to tell people about things that are happening in our lives today so she asked ME to do it instead. She said she would help me but it’s up to me to do it. I like the idea and I am doing it. One day, I will type it all by myself; for now, I type some sentences and she types others, mostly the long ones, but the whole story is mine.

This is the way I see things and the way I tell them. This is my life. This is my story.