The Rest of Yesterday

Yesterday never got much better. I was  hit, kicked, and stabbed with a pencil. On the way home from therapy, Hope drew all over her arms and legs with a pen and colored her lips bright pink with a marker. When we got home, I put her on her mat,  sitting  next to me. I ran a bath, but left her sitting until I regrouped. My husband was home before I was able to do that. I gladly gave Hope to him and he took out the scrub brush and got most of the stuff off.

Hope started this morning holding my hand and had shown enough control to sit on her mat and read before the bus comes. The Director of Special Ed rode the bus with the girls, and they came off the bus in good shape. Hope “lost” her HW and was unable to do it. Hope is sitting on her mat. MK has a friend and her kids over and everybody else is swimming. In a very sincere voice, I told her I hoped she would make a better choice next time.

How many days to Orlando?

3 thoughts on “The Rest of Yesterday

  1. You have my full sympathies. Went through similar almost daily, during my (autistic) son's first two year's of elementary school. Would a lip gloss be an incentive for good behavior?

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