Today happened in extremes. The lows included Big Brother's bad mood from the get go. He didn't sleep well last night, which made him uber grumpy this morning, which in turn meant he was too overwhelmed to eat. He left the house starving and complaining. This went on and on until I got him to school.
The fun continued as soon as he got home. He was so agitated it took me an hour to get him calmed down.
"It was a bad day."
"It's the worst school ever."
"I'm never, ever going back."
This is a new school, with new teachers so I don't have a good handle on what's really going on yet. Is the school truly not getting him, or is he overreacting? So tomorrow, I'll make a surprise visit to the classroom to observe.
In between the before and after school drama, there were some amazing highlights. First, I signed the final paperwork for the very, very intensive home-based services we'll be receiving. Then I got to spend a little quality time with the Little Stinker. To top it all off, our new case manager came to the house and outlined how the program would work.
Almost every day this week we'll have someone coming over to help. This includes weekends. They will also work with the school, observing and implementing interventions as need be. And, we have a therapist that will work with all of us...together, individually...however we need it. Wake me now because either I'm dreaming or have died and gone to heaven.
The only big drawback is that we'll basically have someone in our house at all times. To see our craziness, our messes, our mistakes. But I guess that's the whole point now isn't it? We'll be able to get on-the-spot counseling to hopefully make some big changes.
This all sounds so hopeful, but given our track record with past interventions, I'm almost afraid to be positive. For years, I've entered each one the same way. With the highest hopes that it would be THE ONE. The one to finally work, to finally make a difference in our chaotic existence. And one by one, like little dominoes, each one systematically fell, failure felt yet again.
I can't tell you how much time and money we have spent on OT, therapies, dietary supplements and the like. So while I am eternally grateful for this chance we've been given, sadly I am also jaded. Even so, and with much trepidation, I will dare to believe.
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Do the only thing you can do, hope for the best but expect the worst. You sound like a very strong and positive person, not giving up, despite past disappointments. God be with you and your little one.
Martha