I'm so far off of my center lately that I'm practically walking sideways.<br><br>
Long story short - just started working, ds just started kindergarten. Big changes for all. We're settling in, but EVERYTHING is a major battle. We've never been like this before. The worst thing is that every single morning he throws a fit about his clothes. He's always been very particular - probably a sensory thing. I bend over backwards to find clothing that works for him but he finds problems with them anyway. Thing is that he's so dramatic about every little thing that I can't figure out whether there actually is a problem or whether he's just decided there's a problem and he's making a huge production out of it. Regardless, I know there's *some* problem, just maybe not the problem at hand (i.e., the clothing).<br><br>
I just can't manage to handle it gracefully, though, when it's 7:50 a.m. and we were supposed to be out of the door at 7:30 so that I could manage to get in to work on time and not incur the wrath of the dragon lady boss.<br><br>
This is foreign territory, this constant battling. He's always been a handful (in the best possible way), but I've always had the time and patience to handle things well. That doesn't seem to be the case anymore.<br><br>
Can someone give me a GD refresher... and type slowly in small words so that it can really sink in? I hate where our relationship is going lately.
Long story short - just started working, ds just started kindergarten. Big changes for all. We're settling in, but EVERYTHING is a major battle. We've never been like this before. The worst thing is that every single morning he throws a fit about his clothes. He's always been very particular - probably a sensory thing. I bend over backwards to find clothing that works for him but he finds problems with them anyway. Thing is that he's so dramatic about every little thing that I can't figure out whether there actually is a problem or whether he's just decided there's a problem and he's making a huge production out of it. Regardless, I know there's *some* problem, just maybe not the problem at hand (i.e., the clothing).<br><br>
I just can't manage to handle it gracefully, though, when it's 7:50 a.m. and we were supposed to be out of the door at 7:30 so that I could manage to get in to work on time and not incur the wrath of the dragon lady boss.<br><br>
This is foreign territory, this constant battling. He's always been a handful (in the best possible way), but I've always had the time and patience to handle things well. That doesn't seem to be the case anymore.<br><br>
Can someone give me a GD refresher... and type slowly in small words so that it can really sink in? I hate where our relationship is going lately.