One of those mornings.
Right from the get-go.
She's been having a tantrum and being defiant all morning. Everyone is gone to church. She is on the trampoline in hopes of finding some peace all by herself. It's the second time we've tried it this morning. It didn't work the first time.
I must record that she had a piece of pie last evening for Vanessa's birthday. It was one of those Costco pumpkin pies. And some of the ingredients are those which we normally avoid for her. Truthfully, the defiance was slowly building up the last few days. It was a matter of time that the explosion would come.
I felt like we needed to handle the morning one way. My husband strongly felt we needed to handle it the other. Basically, we've done some of both and I feel both ways were equally unsuccessful. It seems like there is no way out of the trap. Once you are in - you are in. No amount of effort to stop the race to the precipice in the days or hours preceding a jump over the cliff will staunch the compulsion to do so. Such a helpless place for a parent to be. Every ounce of energy is used up for naught.
These times are most discouraging after seeing progress and having the hopes raised.