Today we have therapy.
And while I like therapy because it validates some of the things I know to.be true, I also find it annoying.
These little attachment exercises…”sit and gently blow a cotton ball from your hand to his hand…now he can blow it back…” Yeah, cute for the office, but this shit isn’t gonna fly at home. No way am I gonna say, “Hey buddy, clearly your trying to really piss me off right now, run and get a cotton ball, so we can blow that thing back and forth.” Um, no. I’m feeling pissed off…I’m gonna tell him to go read a book or color a picture or something. I am going to get him out of my face so I don’t lose my shit. I’m not gonna blow cotton balls. For the love of God.
So, off we go…
So I can hear I need to give him do-overs when he’s violent and angry, and not take his intentional rude behavior and lies personally. sigh. I know this is good advice…but living this life each day…it’s not practical.
And, telling me to sit back and relax, and let my kids play unsupervised, cuz a broken arm it’s better in the long run if they learn to play…well, that makes me think you are a crazy person.