Things have been rough at school for The Princess this week. I wrote yesterday about “Frenemies.” If you need to catch up on things, read that post first.
The Princess and I had therapy this morning. If you’ve been reading, you also know she’s refused to participate in therapy the last couple of times. Today, she worked. It was hard. Really. Really. HARD. But she did it. When we got out to the car, I asked her if she was okay. She wasn’t really. I asked her if she wanted to stay home from school today. Usually, that question would get a, “Um, NO!” answer. She loves school. Today, a wash of relief came over her face, and her body, and she enthusiastically said, “YES!”
We ran an errand. (I’m going to be teaching a parenting class at our county jail and we’re doing the initial set up of that.)
We went out to breakfast. I hadn’t eaten. She had cereal, but she could eat again. We’re skipping lunch since we had the late breakfast. She talked some more about the girl who’s been hurting her. We talked about some things she could do. I reminded her she agreed with me yesterday that if something else happened, I was intervening and calling the counselor at school. She is ready for me to do that.
Right now, she’s watching a movie – just a few feet away from me. We’re taking a mental health day. This is a good thing. Besides, I had tummy trouble last night and I shouldn’t have eaten breakfast at a diner this morning. ‘Nough said.
I have never taken a day off with The Princess to just stay home before. She’s never needed it. She did today.