All you moms of challenged kids are saying, I’ll bet I know what she’s talking about! The day after the “big event.”
Regardless of how enjoyable, exciting and unique the experience is, the next day (or several days) is a letdown. Usually of a huge magnitude. I personally woke up feeling like a truck hit me Monday. Holding all the emotions in, getting everything done, relishing in the moment, making memories. These may be wonderful things but they are exhausting to even the most normal mom. To us moms who are always bracing for the “day after” it is even more frustrating.
S is my one who has struggled more this week. Very emotional, yet not wanting to deal with the big feelings. She hates school, hates math. Sorry to be the one to tell her, but so do most of the children on the planet. Tried to therapeutically parent, work through the issue, whatever it is. Not happening this week. Can.not.wait for therapy tomorrow.
M is just clinical RAD right now. Doing one thing wrong, everything else right. Arguing. and arguing some more. And then arguing about how he IS working. We have had a few conversations in the last weeks that have felt like a connection with me. Two steps forward, one step back. So typical RAD. So unbelievably frustrating. I stick by my statement that one of the hardest things to prevent is the theft of our hope. They move a millimeter and we’re elated. Then it all falls apart. Again. And we’re left without hope or joy. Ugh.