Through my sadness I had a glimpse of anger today. I was driving to pick our daughter up to take her to the therapist and I have two messages about our son.
He has peed in his pants for the THIRD DAY IN A ROW.
He is two months from turning 8. We have already been through this. He had, it seemed, overcome it. So now we are regressing. Lovely. But certainly makes sense.
The messages were because he would not wear the pants the nurse had and they wanted me to bring new pants. I can't because I have to get our daughter to the therapist. It is after school time now so I call the after school person back. She suggests I take him with me to the therapist. I explain through tears that this won't work. She explains he can't stay with peed in pants. I ask her to take him back to the nurse and make him wear those pants. She also is our babysitter and I tell her it is a lousy day and I can't take much more.
I hang up and am sobbing and call Stupid Head (my husband). I am so angry I am going to give him hell. Of course he does not answer.
At therapy my daughter played that she was the baby and the therapist was the big sister and they were being cared for by a single mom and both their parents had died.
I feel like all of the work the last year and a half was for nothing. I am back to square one with the kids if I am lucky. It may even be worse.
How can Stupid Head just walk away like this?
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