I have had some really bad evenings during this time period. Like, he freaks the freak out, and my reptile brain goes, "Oh yeah? You think THAT'S nuts? I'll show you NUTS, buddy!" And then we are both freaking out, and Linden goes into super-charmer mode, and the Winemaker hides in the bedroom, unless things get really wonky, in which case he emerges and takes over, and I run outside and cry and hate myself.
In other words, my family is highly disfunctional right now. And our social worker is due for a visit. Yay.
Two nights ago we had a bedtime freakout. Yesterday he did okay at school, and continued to do okay through the evening. Today he did FANTASTIC at school, and is very cheerful and cooperative and interactive now that we're all home.
I was thinking to myself, "It's the calm before the storm," and "It's not like this will last," and super positive and helpful things like that, because I am just that good at therapeutic parenting. But then it hit me--
If he is out of control 50% of the time--which is a really high estimate, honestly--but in control 50% of the time, it is just as realistic to say, "Oh, he'll bounce back from this," or "This is just a hard day," when things are going crappy. Instead of nay-saying the positive times, I can work instead to not let the negative times become what I define as normal.
Take THAT, reptile brain!