We had two snow days this week - Tuesday and Wednesday. Yuck. I do not like snow at all, and being home from school makes Butterfly incredibly disregulated. Luckily, I work at a university, and we were also closed both days, so I didn't have to use up any vacation time to be at home.
B. spent all day on Tuesday trying to start arguments with me and just being plain disrespectful. My dad called Tuesday night and offered to let me work with him on Wednesday if we were off again, and that way my hubby could stay home with B. (my husband works for my dad, so we just switched!) Thank God for daddies! It was so nice to get to work, because there is no way I could have handled two days in a row of that little girls behavior. It was so bad. I don't know exactly what happened, but I do know my husband had to physically remove her from the yard, and take off her snowpants/boots/etc while she fought the whole way. Anything and everything will set that little girl off.
This morning she decided to play with her baby doll instead of getting ready, then when we asked her to stop, she went ballistic. She spent the rest of the morning screaming at me about how horrible I am, how I don't ever do nice things, and she is leaving to live with her grandparents in Green Bay because they buy her candy and let her do whatever she wants. She went on and on and on and on. Then the bus came. She turned, smile her biggest smile, waved, and shouted, "I love you, Mommy! Have a wonderful day!" It makes me insane how she switches personalities like that. Tonight we have Girl Scouts, and I'm taking over leader responsibilities for the evening. Yippee.
Oh, my most favorite event of the week with B. - Wednesday I went to take a shower, and I noticed my beautiful shower curtain had strange reddish-orange spots on it. I thought it was rust, and I confronted her about it. She said no, it was BBQ sauce. (had BBQ chicken the night before) I asked how it got there, and she leans back, looks at me like I'm the stupid one, and says "I was too lazy to get a towel, so I just used your shower curtain." DUH! Of course! Because her room is literally two steps from the bathroom, of course you wouldn't grab the towel you had put in your room. I was beyond angry - I spent good money on that curtain, and had decorated the entire bathroom around it....but no big deal. She was just feeling lazy. So of course it's okay!!! But she laughed about it the rest of the day. Lovely. Just lovely.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Stealing...Again
Well, Thursdays are the one morning where I have to take charge of Butterfly's morning routine, because my hubby needs to get to class before she leaves on the bus. Yesterday I found a gift card in her backpack. It was her dad's...still not sure where she found it. Anyways, she was already dysregulated before I found it, and that just set it off. I literally had to drag her onto the bus. It was fantastic. The bus driver and Butterfly must not get along - B. has been complaining every day about Ms. Arlene. The things she says can get quite nasty. And I know Ms. Arlene isn't Butterfly's biggest fan - B. caused quite a bit of trouble on the bus last year with her stealing and sneaking. Now Ms. Arlene makes B. leave her backpack at the front of the bus, and that just makes her crazy. Of course, I don't blame Ms. Arlene, and I think it is a great idea, as does my hubby.
Anyways, I called B's teacher to see if there is anything setting her off at school or if she is getting dysregulated going to the regular 2nd grade class. She says she hasn't noticed anything except that she is getting cocky when she gets back into the special ed class. And aside from a couple minor issues, she hasn't noticed. I'm assuming what is setting her off is that her dad is at school every night, so she only sees him in the mornings. But he was home last night (car trouble...yay!) and she still was as nasty as ever this morning. So, I don't know what her deal is, and I so wish I did.
Her dad read her a Dora book last night...Last year when she was stealing all the time, I would always "jokingly" say, "Swiper, no swiping!" as a last reminder before I sent her to school or whatever. She used to be a huge Dora fan, and while I don't know much about Dora, I do know Swiper, the swiping raccoon. It was always a fun little reminder to behave while incorporating something she loved. So last night they were reading the book, and it got to Swiper, and I said, "B! That's you! Swiper - no swiping!" She got a kick out of it, and it did seem to work for awhile. Maybe it's time to start it again...
Just when you start to think you're making progress, they crash again!! It never ends!
Have a fabulous weekend...B is going to have a babysitter Saturday night. That should be interesting. My hubby is making me go out with him and a couple of his friends, because apparently, I'm wound too tight these days, and I need to chill out. Hmmm....I can't begin to imagine why I would be wound too tight....
Anyways, I called B's teacher to see if there is anything setting her off at school or if she is getting dysregulated going to the regular 2nd grade class. She says she hasn't noticed anything except that she is getting cocky when she gets back into the special ed class. And aside from a couple minor issues, she hasn't noticed. I'm assuming what is setting her off is that her dad is at school every night, so she only sees him in the mornings. But he was home last night (car trouble...yay!) and she still was as nasty as ever this morning. So, I don't know what her deal is, and I so wish I did.
Her dad read her a Dora book last night...Last year when she was stealing all the time, I would always "jokingly" say, "Swiper, no swiping!" as a last reminder before I sent her to school or whatever. She used to be a huge Dora fan, and while I don't know much about Dora, I do know Swiper, the swiping raccoon. It was always a fun little reminder to behave while incorporating something she loved. So last night they were reading the book, and it got to Swiper, and I said, "B! That's you! Swiper - no swiping!" She got a kick out of it, and it did seem to work for awhile. Maybe it's time to start it again...
Just when you start to think you're making progress, they crash again!! It never ends!
Have a fabulous weekend...B is going to have a babysitter Saturday night. That should be interesting. My hubby is making me go out with him and a couple of his friends, because apparently, I'm wound too tight these days, and I need to chill out. Hmmm....I can't begin to imagine why I would be wound too tight....
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Frustrated
Yesterday, Butterfly was off for MLK Day. Fantastic. My hubby was home with her in the morning while I worked, then I came home at about 1, and we switched. She was working very hard at driving me crazy, because I had things I wanted to get done and she didn't want to participate. But they were litttle things, and I tried to stay calm. I lost it a little bit when we were at my mom's house, and mom and I were trying to figure out the layout for my wedding album so we could get it back to the photog for changes. (only 18 months after the actual wedding!) I have to say one of her most irritating qualities that is most difficult for me to understand/accept is her need to make everything about herself. EVERYTHING. From buying gifts for other people to how I get in the car to what's for dinner and so on.
Are you buying her a pink dress because pink is my favorite color? When I was her age did I wear a dress like that, and that's why you're buying it for her? So she can be like me? Are you making this soup for dinner because it's my favorite? Did you give me the blue plate because I like blue? Did you wear that shirt because it looks like my shirt? Are you wearing your hair down because I have my hair down? Are you wearing tennis shoes because I am wearing tennis shoes? OMG! It makes me insane. People that only care about themselves make me insane, and I am so afraid that she is going to grow up to be one of these people. Is this a normal RAD behavior? If it is, why do they do it?!?!
Mornings typically belong to my hubby these days. Because he is at class all night, so I figure they can get their quality time in before school. This morning Butterfly was wearing blue stretch pants and a pink t-shirt that she hates. Considering there was snow on the ground, I thought it was an odd choice, but no way was I going to make a comment and set her off. Then as I was heading back to my room to get ready for work, I noticed some black under the t-shirt. I asked what it was and she flipped. My sweet, oblivious husband hadn't noticed, but when I pointed it out he tried to find out what it was. I knew exactly what is was - a black velour dress that her dear Grandma sent home after Christmas. It is two sizes two small, mind you, but she loves it so much, and it reminds her of Green Bay, so she should have it. Fantastic. So, I left the room whily my hubby dealt with it. Of course, the bus would be there in 5 minutes and she was nowhere near ready. She went into a full-blown meltdown about how much she hates school, she hates the bus driver, she hates her parents, and she wanted the dress because it had good memories that she wanted to share with her teacher. Anyways she was throwing things, pushing the coffee table, screaming, kicking and so on. She missed the bus and my hubby was going to take her in. Fine. So she started giving him the death stare, and he stared back until she was about to crack a smile, then she goes into fits of giggles, and everything is better, and she has completely forgotten her behavior of the last 15 minutes. I cannot stand this. My emotions do not swing back and forth that quickly. So off she went to school all happy and like nothing had happened.
The most irritating part of this is that my husband told her she was done with the backpack now that she was back to sneaking again. By the time they had to leave for school, he was giving her the backpack and telling her this was "the absolute LAST warning" and if she sneaks again, its gone. That is her 2nd or 3rd "absolute LAST warning" that he has given her. Hmmm...do we really think she is going to believe him. So, I couldn't let it go at that and I had to add my 2 cents, so I told her that if she did it again, I would take the backpack away and pitch it, because I don't believe in multiple Last warnings. And I will get rid of. No more chances. That really irritates me that he just gave it right back...I didn't get to say anything this morning because he had to get her to school, but I think I'll mention it tonight. That I don't agree with how he handled it, I mean.
And finally, on a positive note. As of the last couple months my Butterfly apparently no longer believes in flushing the toilet, which is just fabulous. Last night, I put a sign in the bathroom that says "Please do NOT flush the toilet. Thank you." And guess what? So far she's flushed every time. Gotta love RAD.
Are you buying her a pink dress because pink is my favorite color? When I was her age did I wear a dress like that, and that's why you're buying it for her? So she can be like me? Are you making this soup for dinner because it's my favorite? Did you give me the blue plate because I like blue? Did you wear that shirt because it looks like my shirt? Are you wearing your hair down because I have my hair down? Are you wearing tennis shoes because I am wearing tennis shoes? OMG! It makes me insane. People that only care about themselves make me insane, and I am so afraid that she is going to grow up to be one of these people. Is this a normal RAD behavior? If it is, why do they do it?!?!
Mornings typically belong to my hubby these days. Because he is at class all night, so I figure they can get their quality time in before school. This morning Butterfly was wearing blue stretch pants and a pink t-shirt that she hates. Considering there was snow on the ground, I thought it was an odd choice, but no way was I going to make a comment and set her off. Then as I was heading back to my room to get ready for work, I noticed some black under the t-shirt. I asked what it was and she flipped. My sweet, oblivious husband hadn't noticed, but when I pointed it out he tried to find out what it was. I knew exactly what is was - a black velour dress that her dear Grandma sent home after Christmas. It is two sizes two small, mind you, but she loves it so much, and it reminds her of Green Bay, so she should have it. Fantastic. So, I left the room whily my hubby dealt with it. Of course, the bus would be there in 5 minutes and she was nowhere near ready. She went into a full-blown meltdown about how much she hates school, she hates the bus driver, she hates her parents, and she wanted the dress because it had good memories that she wanted to share with her teacher. Anyways she was throwing things, pushing the coffee table, screaming, kicking and so on. She missed the bus and my hubby was going to take her in. Fine. So she started giving him the death stare, and he stared back until she was about to crack a smile, then she goes into fits of giggles, and everything is better, and she has completely forgotten her behavior of the last 15 minutes. I cannot stand this. My emotions do not swing back and forth that quickly. So off she went to school all happy and like nothing had happened.
The most irritating part of this is that my husband told her she was done with the backpack now that she was back to sneaking again. By the time they had to leave for school, he was giving her the backpack and telling her this was "the absolute LAST warning" and if she sneaks again, its gone. That is her 2nd or 3rd "absolute LAST warning" that he has given her. Hmmm...do we really think she is going to believe him. So, I couldn't let it go at that and I had to add my 2 cents, so I told her that if she did it again, I would take the backpack away and pitch it, because I don't believe in multiple Last warnings. And I will get rid of. No more chances. That really irritates me that he just gave it right back...I didn't get to say anything this morning because he had to get her to school, but I think I'll mention it tonight. That I don't agree with how he handled it, I mean.
And finally, on a positive note. As of the last couple months my Butterfly apparently no longer believes in flushing the toilet, which is just fabulous. Last night, I put a sign in the bathroom that says "Please do NOT flush the toilet. Thank you." And guess what? So far she's flushed every time. Gotta love RAD.
Monday, January 12, 2009
RAD and Lying
My RAD kid hasn't been lying too much these days. She used to be queen of ridiculous lies. Like the time she took her chocolate bunny out of her Easter basket in the middle of the night, and swore she didn't know what happened to it. One look at her bed sheets told the story - she swiped it and started eating it, then fell asleep on top of it. I'm sure you can imagine the mess of melted chocolate I found. She spent the afternoon at the laundromat picking dried chocolate off the sheets. Or the time I found a bottle opener jammed in the brand new toaster. She couldn't begin to fathom how it got there. I used to get irritated by the lying. I still do, but at least I try to find the humor in it now.
My brother's favorite happened the Saturday after Christmas this year. We were at his house to celebrate Christmas with our immediate family. Butterfly was put to bed upstairs, where we were sharing a room with her. Later, my brother went to check on her, only to find that she had fallen asleep with a candy cane in her mouth. I think he will laugh at that mental picture for the rest of his life. The next morning Butterfly came downstairs, and my brother started asking innocent questions about the candy cane. She denied that she had any idea what he was referring to, so he pulled out the half-eaten candy cane. She suggested that perhaps it was her imaginary sister. She was so afraid to admit any involvment. I can't imagine that kind of fear.
My favorite and her most recent grand lie was Friday night. She went to the school library that week, and my dear 2nd grader that HATES to read (it's far too much work, of course), checked out a FIFTH GRADE BOOK. On the Civil War, no less. Her class is learning about the Civil War and she wanted to read a book about it, and there were none for 2nd graders. So, I admire her interest in learning more about a topic, however obviously she has no ability to read that book. Also, she hated the thought that we would read the book to her as a bedtime story. So, I think she thought that just checking it out would make people think she was great, even though she had no intention of reading it or having it read to her.
As I was checking her backpack Friday night for any belongings that were not hers (a twice daily ritual), I found the book, with a bookmark on Chapter 13. I asked if she had read to Chap. 13, and she said yes she had. I asked if she was being truthful and she said of course. I asked what the book was about, and she said Fairies. I reminded her it was about the Civil War, and her response? "Duh, mom. It's about fairies during the Civil War." My bad. They must have skipped the part about Civil War Fairies during my 17 years of education. She really thought she had me fooled. I told her the book sounded very interesting, especially since I wasn't familiar with Civil War Fairies. She offered to let me read the book, since she was already so far along in it. I began reading Chapter 1 out loud. I pretended to get stuck on some words, and asked for her help. Of course, she could not even come close to the correct pronunciations on half the words, and I am 100% certain that as I was reading those pages, it was the first time she had heard those words. My favorite one was when I read, "For breakfast, Karen fixed me toast and m-m-m....." She looked at the book, looked at me, and said, "Duh, mom. Fixed me toast and marbles." Then she rolled her eyes. Yes, of course, toast and marbles for breakfast. (It was marmalade.) All I could think was Do you hear what you are saying? Do you believe that I believe what you are saying???
I dropped it after that, and told her I understood that she didn't feel safe telling the truth about the book. She argued that she was telling the truth, and she had read all of those chapters. I just reminded her that I loved her no matter what, and I didn't care what book she read.
I still don't quite get the life or death thing with her. When she lies, she lies about the most ridiculous things. But to her, her very life depends on making me believe her. It's just so sad!
My brother's favorite happened the Saturday after Christmas this year. We were at his house to celebrate Christmas with our immediate family. Butterfly was put to bed upstairs, where we were sharing a room with her. Later, my brother went to check on her, only to find that she had fallen asleep with a candy cane in her mouth. I think he will laugh at that mental picture for the rest of his life. The next morning Butterfly came downstairs, and my brother started asking innocent questions about the candy cane. She denied that she had any idea what he was referring to, so he pulled out the half-eaten candy cane. She suggested that perhaps it was her imaginary sister. She was so afraid to admit any involvment. I can't imagine that kind of fear.
My favorite and her most recent grand lie was Friday night. She went to the school library that week, and my dear 2nd grader that HATES to read (it's far too much work, of course), checked out a FIFTH GRADE BOOK. On the Civil War, no less. Her class is learning about the Civil War and she wanted to read a book about it, and there were none for 2nd graders. So, I admire her interest in learning more about a topic, however obviously she has no ability to read that book. Also, she hated the thought that we would read the book to her as a bedtime story. So, I think she thought that just checking it out would make people think she was great, even though she had no intention of reading it or having it read to her.
As I was checking her backpack Friday night for any belongings that were not hers (a twice daily ritual), I found the book, with a bookmark on Chapter 13. I asked if she had read to Chap. 13, and she said yes she had. I asked if she was being truthful and she said of course. I asked what the book was about, and she said Fairies. I reminded her it was about the Civil War, and her response? "Duh, mom. It's about fairies during the Civil War." My bad. They must have skipped the part about Civil War Fairies during my 17 years of education. She really thought she had me fooled. I told her the book sounded very interesting, especially since I wasn't familiar with Civil War Fairies. She offered to let me read the book, since she was already so far along in it. I began reading Chapter 1 out loud. I pretended to get stuck on some words, and asked for her help. Of course, she could not even come close to the correct pronunciations on half the words, and I am 100% certain that as I was reading those pages, it was the first time she had heard those words. My favorite one was when I read, "For breakfast, Karen fixed me toast and m-m-m....." She looked at the book, looked at me, and said, "Duh, mom. Fixed me toast and marbles." Then she rolled her eyes. Yes, of course, toast and marbles for breakfast. (It was marmalade.) All I could think was Do you hear what you are saying? Do you believe that I believe what you are saying???
I dropped it after that, and told her I understood that she didn't feel safe telling the truth about the book. She argued that she was telling the truth, and she had read all of those chapters. I just reminded her that I loved her no matter what, and I didn't care what book she read.
I still don't quite get the life or death thing with her. When she lies, she lies about the most ridiculous things. But to her, her very life depends on making me believe her. It's just so sad!
Monday, January 5, 2009
We Survived!
We did it! We made it through the holidays with very few bruises! I hope everyone else's holidays went well, too. It was incredibly hectic, and I am so happy it is finally all over, and we can get back to normal life.
The worst event happened as soon as we got to GB. We drove up to Milwaukee on Monday night, and stayed with my brother. I had plenty of time with my gorgeous niece, which was the best part of Christmas for me. Then Tuesday, we sent Butterfly up to GB with my b-i-l, so we could have a nice dinner with one of my best friends and her new significant other. Dinner was fabulous, and it was so nice to just be with adults and have quiet time to enjoy each other. After dinner, we drove to GB. Everyone was asleep, so we didn't see anyone that night. Wednesday morning, Christmas Eve, I called Butterfly upstairs to get dressed. I was sitting in her room, asking how the night before went, and she looked at me and said, "You aren't my real mom. Gma is my first mom, and I'm calling her Mom." (This was my first time ever hearing her tell me I'm not her mom, and I knew it would come one day, but this came out of nowhere, and was a real blow.) I agreed that I'm not her birth mom, but I am her new mom, and I do everything for her that a mom should do. She again said, "I don't care. Gma is my first mom, and I'm calling her Mom because I love her." I asked what she would call me. She looked at me and very matter-of-factly said, "Brie." I said that I loved her, and that my feelings were hurt, but I understood that she might be confused. She responded, "I'm not, Brie. I love Gma and I'm calling her Mom because she's my first mom." Merry Christmas to me! I was completely stunned, and left the room. The roads were nasty, and I has some errands to run, so my hubby and I left to get that taken care of. While we were out, I told him what had happened. He got very upset, and then told me that earlier, Butterfly was helping Gma in the kitchen, and started saying that Gma was her first mom and she was going to call her Mom. Of course, Gma had no response. Apparently, she couldn't muster up, "No, I'm your Gma, and that's what you should call me." Luckily my b-i-l piped in and said "That's not your mom, that's your Gma. Your Mom is upstairs." I was so upset, and ready to head back to spend Christmas with my brother and my extended family in MKE. The most upsetting part was that my MIL had nothing to say. I feel that she is the one that needed to make the correction to Butterfly, for her to really understand everyone's place, and to show that she wasn't going to allow that. But I'm sure my MIL loved being called Mom again. I've had to stop myself from running through the hundreds of scenarios that could have played out the night before when I wasn't around that led to this new development. Anyways, I really thought Christmas was ruined, but when we got back, my hubby took Butterfly up for a chat. When my MIL realized what they were talking about, I think she realized that she had two choices - be on our side and do the right thing and have a great Christmas, or live in her fantasy world where she is still Butterfly's part-time Mom, and have Christmas ruined. Because one more issue, and I would be out the door. When she asked what Butterfly and her dad were talking about, I just shot her a look, like you know darn well what they're talking about and I'm pissed. After that, it was smooth sailing. My MIL and FIL were both very respectful of me, and what I asked Butterfly to do. They have NEVER been like that. EVER. It was refreshing. And we had a very enjoyable Christmas. Normally, I would have let that ruin the entire trip, but I knew I had to be an adult, and give them a chance to do better, and they did. So, I'm proud of them for finally respecting me, and I'm proud of myself for giving a second chance.
Of course, I don't think we've opened a new chapter in our relationship and everything is going to be rainbows and roses from now on. Last night they called to talk to Butterfly at 8:10pm. Mind you, she goes to bed between 7:30 and 8pm, and they are aware of that. They kept her on the phone until 8:40, which in turn kept her up until well after 9pm. But it just doesn't fit their busy lives to call at a time that may be better suited to her. Oh well. As long as I can continue being civil, perhaps I can slowly break them down!
The rest of Christmas was fine. Butterfly obviously got overwhelmed, but did a good job of pulling it together. (most of the time.) This past week, it has just been the two of us at home together which was SO hard for me. I just can't handle her constantly for that amount of time. I need my breaks, and I didn't get any. And now it's back to work and back to school.
I hope everyone has a Happy 2009, and I am hopeful that we all find it to be a year of progress with our radical kids!
The worst event happened as soon as we got to GB. We drove up to Milwaukee on Monday night, and stayed with my brother. I had plenty of time with my gorgeous niece, which was the best part of Christmas for me. Then Tuesday, we sent Butterfly up to GB with my b-i-l, so we could have a nice dinner with one of my best friends and her new significant other. Dinner was fabulous, and it was so nice to just be with adults and have quiet time to enjoy each other. After dinner, we drove to GB. Everyone was asleep, so we didn't see anyone that night. Wednesday morning, Christmas Eve, I called Butterfly upstairs to get dressed. I was sitting in her room, asking how the night before went, and she looked at me and said, "You aren't my real mom. Gma is my first mom, and I'm calling her Mom." (This was my first time ever hearing her tell me I'm not her mom, and I knew it would come one day, but this came out of nowhere, and was a real blow.) I agreed that I'm not her birth mom, but I am her new mom, and I do everything for her that a mom should do. She again said, "I don't care. Gma is my first mom, and I'm calling her Mom because I love her." I asked what she would call me. She looked at me and very matter-of-factly said, "Brie." I said that I loved her, and that my feelings were hurt, but I understood that she might be confused. She responded, "I'm not, Brie. I love Gma and I'm calling her Mom because she's my first mom." Merry Christmas to me! I was completely stunned, and left the room. The roads were nasty, and I has some errands to run, so my hubby and I left to get that taken care of. While we were out, I told him what had happened. He got very upset, and then told me that earlier, Butterfly was helping Gma in the kitchen, and started saying that Gma was her first mom and she was going to call her Mom. Of course, Gma had no response. Apparently, she couldn't muster up, "No, I'm your Gma, and that's what you should call me." Luckily my b-i-l piped in and said "That's not your mom, that's your Gma. Your Mom is upstairs." I was so upset, and ready to head back to spend Christmas with my brother and my extended family in MKE. The most upsetting part was that my MIL had nothing to say. I feel that she is the one that needed to make the correction to Butterfly, for her to really understand everyone's place, and to show that she wasn't going to allow that. But I'm sure my MIL loved being called Mom again. I've had to stop myself from running through the hundreds of scenarios that could have played out the night before when I wasn't around that led to this new development. Anyways, I really thought Christmas was ruined, but when we got back, my hubby took Butterfly up for a chat. When my MIL realized what they were talking about, I think she realized that she had two choices - be on our side and do the right thing and have a great Christmas, or live in her fantasy world where she is still Butterfly's part-time Mom, and have Christmas ruined. Because one more issue, and I would be out the door. When she asked what Butterfly and her dad were talking about, I just shot her a look, like you know darn well what they're talking about and I'm pissed. After that, it was smooth sailing. My MIL and FIL were both very respectful of me, and what I asked Butterfly to do. They have NEVER been like that. EVER. It was refreshing. And we had a very enjoyable Christmas. Normally, I would have let that ruin the entire trip, but I knew I had to be an adult, and give them a chance to do better, and they did. So, I'm proud of them for finally respecting me, and I'm proud of myself for giving a second chance.
Of course, I don't think we've opened a new chapter in our relationship and everything is going to be rainbows and roses from now on. Last night they called to talk to Butterfly at 8:10pm. Mind you, she goes to bed between 7:30 and 8pm, and they are aware of that. They kept her on the phone until 8:40, which in turn kept her up until well after 9pm. But it just doesn't fit their busy lives to call at a time that may be better suited to her. Oh well. As long as I can continue being civil, perhaps I can slowly break them down!
The rest of Christmas was fine. Butterfly obviously got overwhelmed, but did a good job of pulling it together. (most of the time.) This past week, it has just been the two of us at home together which was SO hard for me. I just can't handle her constantly for that amount of time. I need my breaks, and I didn't get any. And now it's back to work and back to school.
I hope everyone has a Happy 2009, and I am hopeful that we all find it to be a year of progress with our radical kids!
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