Saturday Day Seven of the 40-Day Challenge. Keeping it small. This time, I arrived deep in thought about my son. A 4-year-old boy—amazing, smart, and sensitive—who's experiencing some kind of regression. He’s stopped consistently going to the bathroom on his own, and it seems like he’s doing it to provoke some kind of reaction. I don’t know why, and I don’t know what he’s trying to achieve, but it’s happening after he had already moved past this stage. Today, I realized that, in some way, I’m pressuring him and stressing him out, and that’s not something I’m willing to let happen between us. He’s my heart, and I’m deeply connected to him, so knowing that he’s feeling something from me that doesn’t sit right with him makes me really sad. I made sure the afternoon was fun for the kids, with a significant focus on him. I hope I can control my reactions when I see him having accidents and be everything he needs me to be. Right now, I understand that I need to improve in this area—so I wrote it down. If it’s written, it will probably happen. Wishing everyone a blessed week. Fuuuuuckers!