Thursday, September 30, 2010

Twelve Hours Later

She's still asleep after one terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day. She started screaming in the morning and she never made it to school (speech, ot, pt) and I could not take her to choir so she went to a hospital staff meeting with dad, came home and resumed her screaming which landed her in bed for the night.

I'm praying for a better day today for her and for me.

We have two different social workers visiting today - oh JOY :-)

My hand is pretty much useless this morning after my fork accident of yesterday.

Buster demonstrated some problem solving skills this morning. He's our garbage man around here. The garbage truck was to show up at any minute, so he was out the door taking the trash can to the corner. Well, half way down he dumped it over, but it was too heavy to lift back on it's wheels. I didn't know what was taking him so long so I glanced out the window to find him carrying garbage bags, one at a time to the corner to lighten his load. He wasn't screaming. He wasn't crying and he wasn't even calling for help. He just figured out a way to get the job done and I am quite proud of him. Brianna went racing down to help and they had everything to the corner in the nick of time and Buster was rewarded for a job well done when he watched the whole process of the trash being dumped into the truck. With a honk and wave the trashman was off and Buster came up with a smile and story.

1 comment:

MrsKish said...

Yaahhh Buster!! And good job to Mom and the rest of the family. Without you, he wouldn't have learned to be calm and figure out a way to do it himself. :)