Through the Looking Glass

Here is what it’s like:

G: I don’t have gym today, can I wear my new boots?

Me: Sure.

G: Calls from school (twice), “Mom, bring my tennis shoes.  I have gym today.”

Me: I run to school, tennis shoes in hand.

G: Sees me.  Gets upset look on face.  “Mom, I found out that running is voluntary today.  I am not going to run.  Take my shoes home.”

Me: “I brought your shoes.  Do the running today.”

G: “This is the worst day ever.  All because of you.”

I feel totally turned around.  I thought I was doing good deeds.  Letting her wear her new shoes.  Running to school with her sneakers.  But, no, according to G I caused the worst day ever.

Med changes, again….

I’m in the middle of a week of testing G’s meds.  I need to figure out which med is causing her to be so tired.  So, this week she stopped take the zoniswhatever.  She seems a little manic…is doing tons of talking.  I’m waiting for the other shoe to fall & for her to go the other direction.  So far, no input from school on whether she is falling asleep.

Have a couple of issues going: first, schoolwork.  I just received a binder full of her schoolwork.  When G is not interested in something she will just write in any answer that comes into her head.  “What was the book about?” G’s answer: “Read the back cover”. Second issue: Her disrespect.  It is constant, in small ways, just like water torture…drip, drip, drip….I have to step back & come up with a plan so that discripline is not so haphazard…drip…drip…drip…