Woops...
That should have been private. I just had a "Mom Meltdown".
Taylor's teacher is in a special autism workshop--for the next two weeks. She came home overwhelmed and stressed. She fell asleep on the couch, just from crying. They didn't know the full routine I guess. The bus driver said that, three out of 5 kids were crying all the way home on the bus--Taylor being one of them.
She woke, and seemed okay after she ate.
Then, the others started!
Molly had a project due--never wrote it down so I didn't see the note. When is it due? Tomorrow!
I am scurrying around here for supplies when Ryan announces that, he forgot his homework at school--for the 2nd time this week. He is already on thin ice at school as it is, because of his attitude.
Sean chimes in with his wailing. He is overtired from school and playing afterwards. He has this high-pitched, girly scream when he cries. That gets Taylor going again.
While all of this is going on, I announce that it is bedtime. Ryan starts crying because; he doesn't want to go to bed. He wants to watch television. I have banned television for any of the kids from 7 pm until bedtime. They only have 1 hour of TV a night now. This is not a welcomed addition to our nightly routine.
I take Taylor up to the bath because; once Ryan starts crying she goes hysterical. Taylor always hates Ryan to laugh or cry. For some reason, he just hits a chord in her that causes hysterics. She was already stressed when Sean started, then she became unbearable when Ryan started. The bath always works.
Except tonight.
She is grabbing at me, trying to get me to hold her while she is in the tub. She won't let me wash her hair, which has tomato sauce all in it. (Her new thing is to find something when she is stressed and throw it-She chose a bowl of spaghetti sauce tonight).
I get that all taken care of--she finally allows me to wash her hair (as long as I use the toy teapot instead of the shower head). I put her into bed; she pulls me down and won't let me leave. I rub her back with some lotion and she seems okay.
I start down the stairs and she starts "banshee wailing again'. I put her back into bed, with the boys crying in their room (and Colin, caring about nothing more than just hugging his Lamb Chop pillow).
I put her back into bed. She lets me go this time. I come down the stairs and Molly wants to use my printer--which is not printing!
Well, she is upset at me now--it is my fault that, the printer isn't working and she has to (GOD FORBID) write her report to go with the project.
Therefore, I had a little self-pity moment.
*Sigh*
Taylor's teacher is in a special autism workshop--for the next two weeks. She came home overwhelmed and stressed. She fell asleep on the couch, just from crying. They didn't know the full routine I guess. The bus driver said that, three out of 5 kids were crying all the way home on the bus--Taylor being one of them.
She woke, and seemed okay after she ate.
Then, the others started!
Molly had a project due--never wrote it down so I didn't see the note. When is it due? Tomorrow!
I am scurrying around here for supplies when Ryan announces that, he forgot his homework at school--for the 2nd time this week. He is already on thin ice at school as it is, because of his attitude.
Sean chimes in with his wailing. He is overtired from school and playing afterwards. He has this high-pitched, girly scream when he cries. That gets Taylor going again.
While all of this is going on, I announce that it is bedtime. Ryan starts crying because; he doesn't want to go to bed. He wants to watch television. I have banned television for any of the kids from 7 pm until bedtime. They only have 1 hour of TV a night now. This is not a welcomed addition to our nightly routine.
I take Taylor up to the bath because; once Ryan starts crying she goes hysterical. Taylor always hates Ryan to laugh or cry. For some reason, he just hits a chord in her that causes hysterics. She was already stressed when Sean started, then she became unbearable when Ryan started. The bath always works.
Except tonight.
She is grabbing at me, trying to get me to hold her while she is in the tub. She won't let me wash her hair, which has tomato sauce all in it. (Her new thing is to find something when she is stressed and throw it-She chose a bowl of spaghetti sauce tonight).
I get that all taken care of--she finally allows me to wash her hair (as long as I use the toy teapot instead of the shower head). I put her into bed; she pulls me down and won't let me leave. I rub her back with some lotion and she seems okay.
I start down the stairs and she starts "banshee wailing again'. I put her back into bed, with the boys crying in their room (and Colin, caring about nothing more than just hugging his Lamb Chop pillow).
I put her back into bed. She lets me go this time. I come down the stairs and Molly wants to use my printer--which is not printing!
Well, she is upset at me now--it is my fault that, the printer isn't working and she has to (GOD FORBID) write her report to go with the project.
Therefore, I had a little self-pity moment.
*Sigh*