This blog is like a metaphor for life. Do you see my header up there? It’s TOTALLY the fly in the ointment (as my grandma would say). It’s not centered. I have no clue how to center it. I try to make life pretty and there’s that one little thing holding me back. Today, the blog banner, or fly, however you want to say it, is my Bubbly. She has informed me that she is REALLY angry today. REALLY ANGRY. And, so it begins. The rest of the day is already shot to heck just because we’ve started off with so much anger. She’s watching Dora right now because I have NO clue what else to do with her. She’s just SO angry about everything. I’m giving us both time to cool down before I try to engage her in something again.
Occupational Therapy has been coming to work with her at her preschool (which I happen to own, so the communication is excellent). They have no problems getting her to engage, but I do. Bubbly’s therapist has suggested that she will probably always push me the farthest, hate me the most, because I refuse to give up and let her anger swallow her. I won’t let her sink into that hole, the one where she gets SO angry where she just disconnects and starts to rage. Her teachers have eight other kids to deal with in the room, they can’t constantly be watching her for the signals. They don’t know when she’s headed down that road. I watch her, I have to, all the time, for any sign that we’re headed toward that cliff. Can I tell you something? It’s exhausting. I’m tired. I just wish she was “normal”. All my other kids are “normal”. She is my fly. A lovable fly, but a fly nonetheless.
What am I going to do? This is going to get better right? I have to keep telling myself that it already has gotten an little better, so we must be getting there.
who really dislikes flies in the ointment.