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Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Today's tally: hair pulled = 3 times. bites that broke the skin = 2 times (through jeans and through a sweater; really I didn't expect the bites to be that strong). glasses pulled off face = 2 times. glasses almost broken = 1 time. face smacked > 5 times. face punched = 12 times. told to shut up = 6783 times. head made contact with doll = 1 time.
My successes: she took almost all of her medicine this morning. she cleaned up the bit of her medicine that she squirted on her bedroom floor. (by the way, prednisilone is sticky if you only wipe it up with a paper towel. water is a better choice.) I figured out that if I get her to talk about holding her breath while she is taking her inhaler, she can't actually hold her breath (so she got some of that medication at least). she did her homework and let me tell her the instructions. I ignored the multiple times that she told me that her daddy told her that she can "f*ck me up."
My failures (aside from the above): the light over the dining room table is now ON the dining room table. we didn't get her topical medication applied. she is sleeping in shoes (which are on the wrong feet). she is sleeping on the sofa instead of in her room (after repeated -- calm -- requests for her to sleep in her room). she ate only half an apple and a bite of applesauce since she left school.
I'm drained. Physically, emotionally, spiritually. I don't know how I am going to get up in the morning and do this again.