Well, this was my week.
After 2 weeks of fighting with Josiah about his acts of violence towards me (and Asher) I was done. I picked him up from VBS on Wednesday and he came at me and pushed me hard in the stomach and then started screaming. I got him home and put him in a time out and each time he'd get out he'd do something aggressive and go right back in. This went on until lunchtime when I'd about had it.
Len came back and we weren't on the same page and I couldn't stand to be in the house anymore. We had full coverage so off I went...
31 hours later (after I'd shopped, read, reflected, journaled, and soul searched) I returned home in a much more optimistic mood. I came home last night after the kids had gone down to bed. Len and I had a campfire and a long talk. We came up with some goals and tools to help me cope and I'm feeling better about things.
The boys seemed to thrive without me. They were much happier and laid back when I picked them up from the last day of VBS this morning. Asher was affectionate and happy and Josiah was social and in pretty good sensory form.
Things are looking up for the moment.
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