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Laughing was all I could do as I watched my youngest run from the therapist’s office and out into the parking lot (twice) while screaming because he wanted to go back to school. Yes, I had a curious audience watching as the drama took place. If I didn’t laugh I would’ve cried. All I could think of was... really, we’re going to have this much fun together for the next 18 years? I finally had to resort to holding him kicking and screaming while we waited to be called into the therapist’s office only to find out that he doesn’t have OCD, but anxiety issues.
Follow that with an afternoon of my oldest going into a rage after a week of back-to-school stress that included me holding him for 50 minutes while he hit, bit, scratched and kicked me. Thanks to advil and a sense of humor, I’m trying hard to stay positive while convincing myself that someday... this will be really funny.
It’s been one of those days...