Today I made the call.
We need her back in our lives. We need her to figure this out with us.
I scheduled the appointment.
On Monday Eli will see the worry doctor once again.
We left her care at the end of the school year. We were busy with vision therapy, baseball, swimming and karate. We were busy with therapy summer camp and cabin trips. We took a break.
We’ve been coasting along. Yes there were worries. We were getting through them.
Over the last month we have noticed an increase in behaviors. An increase in anger. An increase in the little things setting him off.
I worry that this is somehow related to his playdate at “B”‘s house. I worry that there are things he is simply not telling us. I have nothing to base this on except crazy mother fears. But those are the things I must listen to.
So I ease my worries. And his.
For now I’m mommy of the year since tomorrow I’ll be driving him to school AND he’s helper of the day AND he’s bringing snack for his friends tomorrow AND I’m going to have lunch with him AND I’m a classroom helper for his Valentine’s Day party AND I’m driving him home from school. Tomorrow will ROCK!