Not Enough Safe Places in this World

As a result of Hope’s meltdown Monday at gymnastics and her rage on the way home Sunday, I would not drive her an hour to therapy yesterday. The Dad came home and took both girls. The therapist thought it was great that Hope verbalized that she had a meltdown, even though Hope couldn’t tell her why. Therapist and Dad discussed whether my “difficulty” reading Hope’s body language could be contributing to Hope giving me a hard time. UGH.

Hope is back on the full dose of the Risperdal. I just walked 1 mile with Ellie for the 500 club (now at 33/500). Now I am going to lay down in the air conditioning because 1) I am hot, 2) I am still sore, 3) I am feeling overwhelmed.

Of course, that won’t last long… we have a 2:15 therapy appointment with Hope at the school. Sigh.

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?

Home at Last!

We are done with my parent’s house and are finally home. GB starts on Zyprexa today and I am hoping for the best. Hope and GB are both relieved to finally be home. We got home shortly after 3AM and the girls were raring to go before eight. My brain is still sleeping, but I had a lot of time while the Dad was driving and I have posted my hopes for 2011 at my other blog. I hope 2011 is a year full of hope for all.