I feel like the stress of raising a bipolar child has given me this brain fog that causes me to forget a lot of things: what I just walked into the room for, what I was just about to write down on the white board, and important appointments.
Like the interview for Caroline at the private school!!! I thought I had written it down correctly, but apparently it was on Tuesday. Bill wants me to get a blackberry ASAP. He's probably right. We rescheduled for Monday. At least we got the application turned in with all of her test scores, past report cards, etc. When they see that she is bipolar they might just say no anyway. At least today the sun is shining and the trees are all blooming. Spring at last!
Her meeting with her psychologist today to process her meltdown last night went really well. She was able to articulate exactly what her frustrations were, and we talked about trying to increase her distress tolerance, which is in the negative right now.
This weekend my oldest gets her drivers permit! Everything happens so fast now, and I can't keep up with everyone's needs/wants/appointments/rites of passage. Life feels like a blur.
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