The girls have a four day weekend. Count’em… Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday. When it was GB and I, we would have planned activities scattered through out the time off. Hope’s morning today was as bad as it has gotten. We are hoping to move her into her new bedroom tonight and that could help. Of course, there is always a chance that it could make it worse. I am going to try to stay in the moment and also to plan something for GB each day, even if it not with me. I have my big girl, Therapeutic Panties on and I will do my best. 86 hours of therapeutic parenting, straight, with no relief in sight. Sigh.