A Final Thought for Tuesday

I feel a bit bad for posts today and yesterday. I am not usually so down.

I had confrontations with both kids on the way to school.

Mother told me this morning she was nauseated all morning. Michael got a note on his agenda that he had been misbehaving in the hallway - that's the first negative note since he started school last August. He also forgot to write down all of his English assignment. Alesia's stomach hurt today.

So I stressed everyone out and I feel like a terrible Mom, and a terrible daughter. I always stress and over-react to things.

Mother said she talked to Michael today about responding when he is called. He admitted he needs to do better.

Both kids were good after school. Mike came in with a lot of science homework, and Alesia spent more than an hour patiently helping him, without being asked.

When I got home everything was peaceful. The kids were in good spirits. Alesia cleaned up after dinner without complaining.

Michael is so scared of thunderstorms. We got one quick flash of lightning and he insisted on sleeping in my room tonight, on the aerobed. I made him go downstairs alone, in the dark, with his flashlight, to get his prosthetic hand, so it could be hooked up to the recharger in his room. He is scared to go downstairs alone at night. I told him he has to conquer his fears. After some encouragement, he was brave, and did it.  I told him I was proud of him. Before he could sleep he needed me to hold him for a couple of minutes. I wanted to cry but I didn't.

He is snoring away on his little bed, beside my big bed. He doesn't know I am praying so hard for Uncle Bruce to not be sent too far away from us...