I'm sure a therapist would have a field day with the fact that my response to stressful situations is to start moving things around in my house. I mean, come on, feeling out of control so start exerting more control where you can? Even I can figure that one out. So it probably says something that I am currently in the middle of switching furniture around in not one, not two, but three rooms.
CJ has been home for three weeks now and it has not been a smooth re-entry. In fact, if we were a space shuttle, I'm pretty sure we'd have burned up by now. He's such a sweet kid, who throughout the day makes me want to pull all my hair out. He's escalating and today started striking out at his brothers. I know there is some way to fix this, but I can't seem to put all the pieces together in the right way.
I feel like I'm putting together a puzzle and I've lost the top that has the picture on it. I can tell it's supposed to be a calm beach scene but can't figure out how all the different parts go together and am just randomly trying each piece with all the others until I find a fit. The thing is, you know eventually you'll get there, but it is a long process and in a normal situation you'd probably give up about a third of the way through the puzzle.
This is not, however, a normal situation, so we keep trying. We're giving him his own room, hoping having some place to go and be on his own will help. I'll work harder at giving him a structured day, something that is a struggle with the rest of our life. I'll also reach out for other ideas and maybe we'll find something that will work.
I'd just settle for someone finding me the box top.
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