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Jan. 17th, 2008 12:03 amIt's been four days since the Pistachio Incident and something is definitely very wrong with my tooth, which continues to feel as if it's being hammered upon. I wish I had better insurance.
We're still not quite back to normal after the holidays. The kids were sick the early part of last week, I was sick the latter part of the week, the Nutcracker party ate the weekend, and we got a foot of snow and a day off school on Monday. To make things even worse for Danny, his teacher was out sick Tuesday and he had a substitute. He doesn't deal well with surprises, or change in general, and he has a tendency to fall apart under pressure. More and more I wonder if I shouldn't just homeschool him so I can have more control over his socialization until he's old enough to navigate better. All signs are that practice is not making perfect.
Fortunately he's amazingly resilient. I can't shake this awful fear, though, that one of these days he'll get hit with that proverbial last straw and melt into a puddle of self loathing. He may just be a stronger person than I was. I know he can't possibly have any doubt that he is loved and valued at home, which can only help.
We're still not quite back to normal after the holidays. The kids were sick the early part of last week, I was sick the latter part of the week, the Nutcracker party ate the weekend, and we got a foot of snow and a day off school on Monday. To make things even worse for Danny, his teacher was out sick Tuesday and he had a substitute. He doesn't deal well with surprises, or change in general, and he has a tendency to fall apart under pressure. More and more I wonder if I shouldn't just homeschool him so I can have more control over his socialization until he's old enough to navigate better. All signs are that practice is not making perfect.
Fortunately he's amazingly resilient. I can't shake this awful fear, though, that one of these days he'll get hit with that proverbial last straw and melt into a puddle of self loathing. He may just be a stronger person than I was. I know he can't possibly have any doubt that he is loved and valued at home, which can only help.
