Yesterday was Girl Scout night. I am pleased to report that based on the half hour or so I stayed in the room, the other girls are not being mean, so my husband will not have to go beat up a bunch of seven year olds. She didn’t interact while I was there, choosing instead to look over a toy catalog that a mom had brought in, no doubt dreaming of Christmas. I’m going to give it some time and see if she warms up. In fairness, the rest of the girls were kind of scattered, with some looking out a window, some doing the craft (making a construction paper flag for their troop), etc.
Wednesdays are tough anyway – we get home, play a little to unwind, do homework, get a snack, go to Scouts, and get home past her normal bedtime. She was yawning heavily by the end of the meeting. I have to leave before she goes to bed if I want to go to the Wednesday night knitting session. This means my husband gets to put her to bed alone, which she doesn’t like. Not her easiest day of the week. And I feel guilty because I’m ducking out. It’s to preserve my own sanity, but it comes at the expense of others’ happiness, which is a bad bargain.
So after going to bed super-tired last night, she had a dentist appointment this morning to have three cavities filled. We’ve issued new restrictions on sweets, which she’s accepted, so hopefully that’ll help. She only drinks water anyway, always eschewing juice and soft drinks in its favor. At any rate, this morning I got the unbridled joy of restraining my daughter’s arms and legs while the doctor tried to fill a particularly troublesome cavity. I’m not convinced the nitrous was doing any good at all. I asked her if it hurt, and she said it didn’t. Of course, after the fact she also said she was totally okay, when she was mouthing, “I aant ooo ggo ho!” during the procedure.
I dropped her off at school, then stopped by the Tajhma Teeter to get some chocolate chip pancakes off their breakfast bar to ease my suffering. Bad long-term solution, but this morning, I don’t give a crap.
I’m feeling very down because she’s still having behavior issues, and I’m betting that after going to bed tired and unhappy, then having her ordeal at the dentist this morning, she’s not going to have her best day ever. Then we’ll have OT after school, which, again, probably not the best session ever.
I’m kind of stumped as to what to do about her getting upset. Her teacher said there was no warning yesterday, she just went from 0 to 60 in a heartbeat. Twice. She went to her resource teacher’s room and calmed down, then wanted to come back. It’s good that she wanted to return. I wonder, though, what is she missing in the classroom during the time that she’s left her trailer and gone down the hall to another room? It’s very frustrating, and I’m at a loss.
I have pictures of a knitted hat and of my daughter in a Brownie vest to share, but my computer doesn’t have Photoshop back on it yet. It’s a process. Hopefully I’ll be back up to full speed in a week or so.
It’s just a lot of things all going kerflooey at the same time, and it makes me very weary. If I can get a good night’s sleep, I’m sure it’ll all seem better.
Jayne hats up for: NC, Estonia, and the UK. The signal is worldwide, baby! Go Estonian Browncoats!
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