Take a love for words, enough neurological funk to create excessive talking when I'm excited/nervous/pissed off, the ability to think on my feet, and add in a child who is taking out their pain on me.
What do you get?
You get what I am currently calling "Wednesday morning."
I need to shut it up. I'm talking WAY too much. I'm getting WAY too snippy. I'm ENGAGING.
It's almost comical (almost) how yesterday I was amazingly therapeutic with a completely different child after this happened:
Was thinking on my feet. Did not allow them to pull me into the battle, and used humor to diffuse the situation. There were at least two other very deliberate attempts after the door thing, to try to create negative attention. I was a rock star. One of them crossed a big line that definitely sent my insides into freak out mode, but I talked myself down.
This morning? What the heck? I have got to switch things around with this other child. I have to. I know it. I'm having a hard time letting go of the proverbial lines I have drawn in the sand that this kid is now dancing around. The lines aren't important. Helping them with their pain is important. I know that. I know it. Really, I do.
So, someone needs to tell me to shut up, and then please throw some of my own advice back at me. Oh, and be funny - because I always make you laugh when I'm telling you something you hate.
Thank you, in advance.