My Twice Baked Potato

In my recent post, I talked about shifting my thinking to focus on the happy.

I tried, I really did, but shortly after I hit the publish button, school officials sucked away the happy!

Assholes.

Just three days into the new plan and it was obvious that it wasn’t working. Yes, picking him up early was better; however, it didn’t solve the issues that have gone to school with my TBP for months. It didn’t make the tears at night stop or the screaming mornings disappear.

The boredom. The isolation. The lack of consideration and communication.

We talked with Therapist 3 on Monday.  As we shared the adjustments that we had made to his day, he listened and we wanted him to say, “Great plan!”

But he didn’t.

He wasn’t hopeful that the half day plan was enough to repair the damage that had been done.  He believed that we only had a few days before emotions ran high again.

He was right.

Is it unreasonable for him to understand that our home, food and Internet connection that he loves so dearly, all come from daily jobs and needed salaries?

Is it unreasonable to ask him to compromise and meet us half way?

Right now, it really is too much and unreasonable.

So just three days into our plan, we went back to the drawing board.

We have a bright, energetic & “do no harm” type of soul joining Team My TBP on Monday. I think that she can provide the softness and encouragement that he needs until I am home in the afternoons.

I have decided that unlike my son, I would welcome some mind-numbing boredom right about now.