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My mind is in overdrive. Haven't slept well in awhile but this week has been ridiculous. Nothing overly stressful or upsetting, just getting back into the groove with child care after not working in the field for 5.5 months coupled with family stuff and my brain has lost its off switch.
My great uncle passed away last week, funeral was today. It was definately his time, as they say. I didn't go to the funeral because I just didn't have the mental energy to deal with that side of the family. I know the fall out from me not going is going to be rough but at least it will be at a distance.
First kid officially started this past Tuesday. Had a great day, she didn't want to leave. Figured she'd start testing the limits sometime late this week or next week because many of them do. When walking home from school today (3-4 blocks) we stopped for a moment. At a corner so that I could tie my shoe. Next thing I know she's full bore running into the street (she's 8). A very sharp saying of her name stopped her dead in her tracks. While talking very sternly to her after I brought her back to the corner, she looked me straight in the eye and proceeded to quack loudly whenever I talked. Took her hand and we walked home, her making nasty comments the entire way (your house is ugly, you're fat, you're an idiot, etc.) I didn't respond in any way because I know she was looking for a reaction. Get the feeling she doesn't get much positive attention so thrives on negative attention. Anyways, got home, sat her down and told her to come see me at the snack table when she felt she was ready to be respectful and talk with me. She sat and mumbled things for a good 45 minutes until she walked over to the table. I happily worked on paper work at the table while she grumbled in her spot for 45 minutes.
We talked, had snack, and had a fabulous afternoon. Knock on wood it continues tomorrow. I see more boundry testing for the next couple of weeks. She's been bounced to multiple caregivers this last year so it seems like she's pushing me away in order to protect herself.
My great uncle passed away last week, funeral was today. It was definately his time, as they say. I didn't go to the funeral because I just didn't have the mental energy to deal with that side of the family. I know the fall out from me not going is going to be rough but at least it will be at a distance.
First kid officially started this past Tuesday. Had a great day, she didn't want to leave. Figured she'd start testing the limits sometime late this week or next week because many of them do. When walking home from school today (3-4 blocks) we stopped for a moment. At a corner so that I could tie my shoe. Next thing I know she's full bore running into the street (she's 8). A very sharp saying of her name stopped her dead in her tracks. While talking very sternly to her after I brought her back to the corner, she looked me straight in the eye and proceeded to quack loudly whenever I talked. Took her hand and we walked home, her making nasty comments the entire way (your house is ugly, you're fat, you're an idiot, etc.) I didn't respond in any way because I know she was looking for a reaction. Get the feeling she doesn't get much positive attention so thrives on negative attention. Anyways, got home, sat her down and told her to come see me at the snack table when she felt she was ready to be respectful and talk with me. She sat and mumbled things for a good 45 minutes until she walked over to the table. I happily worked on paper work at the table while she grumbled in her spot for 45 minutes.
We talked, had snack, and had a fabulous afternoon. Knock on wood it continues tomorrow. I see more boundry testing for the next couple of weeks. She's been bounced to multiple caregivers this last year so it seems like she's pushing me away in order to protect herself.
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