GB didn’t want to go to school today. She said her stomach hurt. I gave her some apple cider and tried to determine if she had a physical or an emotional stomach. I had already given Hope her breakfast, so GB was getting most, not all, of my attention. I saw Hope slide off her chair down to the floor. She immediately tried to bite GB’s leg. I told her we don’t bite and pointed to our time out chair. She said NO and tried to bite me. I picked her up and carried her to the overstuffed, brown chair I try to use for restraints and put her in a position where it would be difficult to hurt me. She screamed and screamed and screamed. She tried to claw and kick me, but she couldn’t manage it.
After 10 minutes, she suddenly stop screaming and trying to hurt me. She laid still and quiet. I let go of her and waited until I was (pretty) sure it wasn’t going to start again, I asked her if she wanted to cuddle. She shook her head yes and climbed into my lap and we cuddled. A couple of minutes later, GB came into the room dressed and said she felt better and was going to school. I still hadn’t had my caffeine, so my brain wasn’t functioning enough to try to process what was going on with them, but overall, I think good things are happening.