It's been a pretty tough week around here. Solidifying my belief that if you blog about success that it will come back and give you a rather large bite in the arse.
When I finally remembered to do the lie detector test (energy test) it proved that J still has trouble believing that she deserves to have fun. And last week was fun on c ra ck. Nashville (not including the antics of Special k), the parkway, etc. J is temporarily residing in the guest bedroom downstairs until we get some things figured out. An antique chest, that was willed to me, paid the price.
Desperately needed to go to the grocery store and the pharmacy but couldn't go with both girls dysregulated. Connie came down to sit with them while I made a fast and furious 35 minute run to town. New world record.
Tapping of the week...."even though I don't believe I deserve to have fun, I'm a totally great kid and my mom totally loves me."