In the next couple weeks, the county starts occupational therapy with Boy (in-home once a week...God bless a county whose reputation is staked on its educational system) and we have family therapy to learn how to deal with the behavioral hand we've been dealt. Grammy, who had three children of varying temperaments, was brought to tears today out of frustration, guilt over losing her temper, and heartache for what is sure to be a long and challenging road ahead of our little Boy.
In the meantime, I scour our friend, The Interwebs, marveling at the Stay-at-Home Moms (SAHMs, for those not frequenting the mommy blogs) who manage to not only not kill themselves out of frustration, but also manage to be inventive, organized, and patient. I hope to share some of the ideas I've tried out, and of course give credit to their originators. I will make this a positive experience for my extraordinarily challenging son. I will. I will.