Wednesday, November 14, 2012

bluh

potty every 5 minutes. surrounded by poop or lack thereof...that's my day.  Brooklyn was so kind to poop in the bathtub for me tonight. I found a new time-out area for her tantrums...and she actually sat there! Though she was screaming at me the whole time...but better by the wall than on my lap!  Tabitha has still not gone. Bought her some ex-lax.I thought it was fast acting! NOPE! Darn thing says "6hours" WHAT??? So.... I gave her a dose for a child who is 6... though I did seperate it by about 3 hours... still nothing. I'm scared it's impacted. I don't want to take her back to the dr. I'm not entirely a fan of her... seems like the miralax regime has stopped her up worse than she was. And we're supposed to continue it for 2 more weeks. I did buy mineral oil today so I will start her on that in the morning. I don't need her having diarhea in her bed tonight! THAT would just be AWESOME, RIGHT?! I think I would just close off their room and surprise Svend with it Saturday morning. HA

Talia had a rough day I guess. She cried to me tonight. Told me she played with 3 friends she'd never played with before and they were sharing secrets. Oh...memories :/ I told her not to play with them anymore...that it wasn't worth it because they apparently already have their group set... was I wrong? I just want her feelings protected. I don't know.

Still dreading tomorrow am with the bus driver. Regretting telling the principal about it. Maybe I should have just talked straight to the driver...but to be honest, she scares me.  She has NEVER once looked me in the eye. And...always looks above me. When I first talked to her about 1 month ago, it took me a while to realize she was responding to me because she was looking past me and I couldn't tell. anyway...I half expected to come home tonight to some message spray painted on my home or a window busted out...

and tabitha...again. I can hear her in her room. In pain... and not knowing what to do. But to be honest, I'm dying here. I don't have the patience for it. I know that sounds mean and bad but after nearly 48 hours of freak outs and crying and screaming and holding her buns and running...I'm BEAT!and we just got back from the bathroom... again. I really am praying this is not our life for ever. Poor kid!

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