boomerang wrote:Oh, I'm not that "bad", it just feels like bad to me.
Mo's been going through a hard time ever since Mr. B had to take a business trip. He can't stand to be even on a different floor of the house from me. He's feeling insecure no matter what we do. He had a huge panic attack when I took him to camp this week which resulted in him not attending camp (and me losing the camp fees).
And it's okay. I get it. Getting it doesn't make it easy.
Mr. B is the one who is getting the bulk of my frustration of being bored out of my gourd.
I want to see WALL-E too. We tried. That day we only made it to the corner before Mo decided we had to go back home.
Blimey.
When's Mr Bloody B back?
You know...these kids. It's just one damned thing after another....
I have more Moes at one time now than I have ever had (sibling groups and all)....and the pattern is SO similar.
A period where some damn thing is obviously being dealt with at some level....sturm und drang....people despairing and wanting to give up....then...a sunny upland...calm, light....everyone (no matter how much we keep telling ourselves "No!...this is NOT the end of it!") wanting to believe the child is "better". Then...kapowy!..onto the next thing...and everyone despairing "They've gone backwards...nothing works..."..and we have to keep telling ourselves that no, this is another level.