Current Mood : Changeable.
Kind of out of sorts today. We had Dearest
Son’s therapy today, which turned out to be Mom & Dad therapy instead. The
assignment we were given as ‘homework’ sounds so simple on the surface, but due
to the many restrictions and requirements, is actually a major pain to enact. I
understand the theory behind it, but when the therapist is reading it to you
out of a book, yet expects you to have the semi-clever acronym memorized the
first time you hear it, I admit I kinda felt my back going up. I’ll do it,
although I kind of see it as designed for kids much younger than Dearest, and
rather a waste of time. It may have some benefit, though, so I’ll push down my
feelings on it – it’s not about me, after all – and make it happen. I’m really
starting to question this therapy, though.
Unfortunately, Beloved Hubby’s all for it and
doesn’t really understand what I’m objecting to, no matter how many times I’ve
tried to explain it, it sounds like I just don’t want to take the time. That’s
why I’m whining about it here. Maybe I should find a therapist of my own, to
complain about Dearest’s therapist, with. It could be that, after a
play-therapy session, I didn’t like how she critiqued my play with Dearest, yet
praised Beloved’s, I don’t know. I’ll just do what I have to, hope for the
best.
Of course, that happens first thing in the
morning, which put a pall on the day. I spent most of the time wondering why my
objections to the ‘simple’ homework were so entrenched that I really didn’t get
much done. Never went near the sewing machine, and mostly puttered and cleaned
the kitchen, which is good for my thought focus. At least something gets done,
it doesn’t need every fiber of my always-limited concentration, and if nothing
else, I feel better with a clean kitchen. It’s trashed now, after a slightly
more complicated than usual dinner. There are times I look down and still
expect to see the word ‘START’ under my feet.
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