I had my second therapy session today. My therapist? Has twins, boy and girl. Age? 3-1/2. The same age as Boo. Needless to say, she had a lot of advice on how to handle Boo and The Bug. I plan on putting it into effect tomorrow and if it works, I shall share the wealth.
Of course, I came home to an absolute clusterfuck of my eldest daughter and That Canadian Boy I Married having a tizzy. O lied about something, I was angry at her and at TCBIM because he's never home and because he said "Well, if she can't be trusted to tell the truth about the children then you're just going to have to take them all with you when you go to therapy." Yeah. Because that would be really constructive.
He calmed down, I calmed down (O, on the other hand, went weeping up to her room - thirteen year-olds are drama queens) and he apologized for the remark. We're going to have to work out what happens on Thursdays, when I go to therapy, but one thing's for sure, I am not taking anyone with me.
I was going to do this damned meme that Hotfessional had on her blog. I spent fortyfuckingfive minutes finding photos and then hit a fucking button and erased the whole goddamned thing. Son of a bitch.
I'm going to have a glass of wine and I'm going to bed.
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Therapy rocks. Under no circumstances let TCBIM make you bring anyone to therapy but yourself. Good luck with it.
more like counterproductive to come home to a house of nonsense! it's the reason you're going to therapy in the first place. umm hello people.... can we think of lessoning the tension and stress for mama??
/rant/
Have a wonderful weekend!
yes, I hope the nonsense and the flickr crappe didn't undo your good feelings. ;-)
Oh, Julia...It was wonderful to hear from you daaaling! I'm taking a break from posting, I'm still reading! I check my favorites in the a.m. before I get sun and read my book.
I know drama queens. Did you know my oldest daughter ran away from home. I posted about it last week if you need a chuckle.
I'm hoping that your therapy helps. Can you just drop the kids off there and go to a spa? Probably too expensive for a babysitter huh? :)
Do tell Curt that we said "Hi" and tell him to be nice to the D-Backs when ya'll see them later this month!! Okay? Big theraputic hugs!!
Oh, man. Under no circumstance do you take the kids, right? Right?!?!
Good luck with the therapy - it really helped me through some rough patches.
Very much agreed. Kids and therapy don't mix.
Only discovered your blog today, intend to become an avid reader! Spent some time reading the URL; I read it three times before I realised what it actually said:
1. "The book is hone." ("That makes no sense", I thought.)
2. "The book I shone." ("Bookshining?", I thought, "what's that?")
3. "The bookish one." ("Ah.", I thought. "Got it.")
:)
I'm sorry you lost your post, but I had to laugh. Hope the family mends.
I wanted to say sorry about your post too. 45 minutes of wasted time, so, so, sad. Just so you know, it's happened to me too! Hugs!
Sorry about the turmoil that met your return home!! AND the lost post - I HATE that. Here's hoping you all find a way to facilitate you going ALONE to therapy! I'm jealous of it....I'd love to see someone, but anyone the insurance has let me see has been uber-creepy!
Good luck with the toddler taming. And "take the kids with you to therapy"?????? Nononononononononoooooo.
a day at the beach + kids = amateur therapy (sometimes)
therapy + alone (how its supposed to be) = genius
yah, I married a Canadian boy too. Who can rant like a 12 year old sometimes. Go figure. And I have a drama queen too but she's 12 (and she's the door-slamming nobody-listens-to-me middle child to boot). And yah, um.. bring the kids with you? HA that's funny. Jeesh.
On the other hand, if you brought the kids it would give the therapist an immediate, first-hand glimpse into why you're there to begin with.
No?
Good luck!
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