Therapy Schmerapy

It’s funny when I try to put myself in a stranger’s shoes and imagine what they must be thinking when I throw around the word ‘therapy’ so much. It seems that when people want to make plans with me, there’s always some sort of ‘therapy’ which dictates my schedule. But I don’t specify, I just say ‘therapy’. People must think I’m taking my kid to a shrink once a week!

It’s been so long since I’ve blogged here. Other Rett blogs have a constant stream of posts and even though I blog for a living, I just don’t know what to say here. I mean…what do people want to know that Grace poops 2 times on the days she takes her Movicol in the morning? I don’t really know what to write about.

Grace has been having all out two-year-old tantrums which is pretty entertaining. As soon as we start walking up the stairs for bed, the water-works start and she is the strongest willed little diva. She can scream for an hour before we give in and get her up. We used to let the boys cry it out at night, but it’s hard with a little girl with special needs. I don’t have the heart to do that to her.