My husband is mad that the pediatrician didn't give us a referral to the pain management group she was at before for physical therapy, because our insurance doesn't cover massage therapy or chiropractic. I got mad because I was just following directions. I think we are both stressed out at the end of a long week.
The family was supposed to go up to the annual Crab Feast tomorrow put on at Bill's aunt's house, which is about a two hour drive away. Caroline can't sit in the car that long because of her back, and that means I am staying here, which is probably best since the laundry is out of control again and the frig needs a major cleaning. I need "catch-up" time. My other kids will be mad at me for not going, but with school starting so soon, I feel like I need time to myself to prepare for the hard work to come.
Caroline has been much better without the dexedrine. She has been using her coping skills and has been very helpful and sweet. I think those first couple of days that made me so anxious were just a combination of the ADHD med and the shock of coming home. She has shown the person we saw at Meridell for the most part. She just came in and used an "I feel" statement about how she is feeling Bill and I griping at each other over several things this evening. No meltdown, just a simple explanation of why she was feeling what she was feeling. So refreshing.