|Hope and GB at the indoor pool|
The Dad’s attempt at letting yesterday be a new day for Hope didn’t work. She made it through dance, but didn’t last the party. Fortunately, it was only twenty feet to get out of the building. The Dad has had high hopes for the progress he has seen (and hadn’t physically seen a meltdown, since he is usually not here for them) and was very disillusioned about Hope’s rage. MK took him to the movies last night, but it didn’t help.
We woke up this morning and I couldn’t stand dealing with the behavior and attitudes that would have to be dealt with at church. Everybody needed something different. So we all went swimming. When Hope asked why we weren’t going to church, I told her we were bringing God swimming with us. The kids burnt off some energy, the adults relaxed a bit.
|All swum out|
We have Hope’s first CSE of the year tomorrow and do not see the shrink for another three weeks. I hadn’t thought the rages were gone, so I don’t have as much to rethink. I decided some time ago that I would not be taking Hope out in public by myself and that is still true. The Dad has to figure out for himself what he thinks they can handle.