As a result of Hope's meltdown Monday at gymnastics and her rage on the way home Sunday, I would not drive her an hour to therapy yesterday. The Dad came home and took both girls. The therapist thought it was great that Hope verbalized that she had a meltdown, even though Hope couldn't tell her why. Therapist and Dad discussed whether my "difficulty" reading Hope's body language could be contributing to Hope giving me a hard time. UGH.
Hope is back on the full dose of the Risperdal. I just walked 1 mile with Ellie for the 500 club (now at 33/500). Now I am going to lay down in the air conditioning because 1) I am hot, 2) I am still sore, 3) I am feeling overwhelmed.
Of course, that won't last long... we have a 2:15 therapy appointment with Hope at the school. Sigh.