Just in case I was fooling myself into thinking that life was just happily rolling along...enter in ...
frus·tra·tion
/frʌˈstreɪʃən/
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Show Spelled Pronunciation[fruh-strey-shuhn] –noun
1.
act of frustrating;
state of being frustrated: the frustration of the president's efforts.
2.
an instance of being frustrated: to experience a series of frustrations before completing a project.
3.
something that frustrates, as an unresolved problem.
4.
a feeling of dissatisfaction, often accompanied by anxiety or depression, resulting from unfulfilled needs or
unresolved problems.
Because it always seems to help to type some of my feelings out, and because I promised to keep this an honest account of our lives to look back on......I will share that the last two weeks have been loaded with frustrations for me. K. started off in Sept. doing awesome in school. Suddenly for some reason the month of October, she has fallen to pieces. With all of the wonderful improvements we are noticing in her and her behavior and sensitivities, it does not seem to be translating into success in school. She had an extremely anxious and panicky week last week. Patience I know. But I am the one that the teachers and counselors call. I am the one that argues with K. The last two weeks have been particularly bad. Incomplete assignments, disorganized notebooks.....she would have all B's if she just did what was expected of her. DO you know how
frustrating that is? Then, add to it that C's teacher sees fit, while I encourage interaction from the teacher to tell me when things are going on, to call me and, well , basically whine, if he does meet every single one of her expectations
every day. Organization is the bane of my exsistence. Add to it, that since I am TRYING to find more time for myself, J. is "helping" with homework more often. Well every time he helps, C's teacher is on the phone with me the following day telling me what is missing or wasn't done. He is working slowly again, but not as bad as it was when he was unmedicated. (which was increased last week and will not be increased again) I am trying so hard not to get frustrated, and not to get angry, but if I hear "I'm sorry I forgot", or "I am sorry we got mixed up","I saw it in his book but didn't think about it" one more time I may just scream. I am trying to find time to walk and take care of myself. But it seems I can not even rely on the other adult person in my house to help me. Everyone is so quick to tell me to just let the chips fall where they may, but when it comes to the kids and their success in school...I can't let that happen. Besides, I, me, only me, am the one that gets the call...has to explain that my husband was responsible the night before, and basically I am the one that the responsibility ultimately lies. I want to come up with reward systems for expected behavior. The teacher seemed less than thrilled. ARGH. And of course, there will probably be no follow through when I am not here at home.
I know that my problems are small compared to the ills of the world and other more severe problems that families face, but they are our issues that I deal with every day. So to us are as big as any others. No less frustrating. Some day hopefully, I will look back and read all of this, and smile at my concern, and say, "see it all worked out didn't it?" - that is my prayer. One reason I try so hard to make sure we make fun family days is that our daily routine is usually so fraught with tension and arguements about school, homework, constant redirection, and stress etc, that it feels like there is no fun on our days. Tonight is a fun night. K having friends from school over to have pizza and trick or treat. This is the first time ever, anyone but her two neighborhood friends, have been calling, or showing interest in hanging out with her. BIG step for us and for her. So what started out as two friends, has turned into 10. I am sure I will post pictures and tell the story tomorrow. Life is good. No matter what we deal with here, I know we are blessed with each other. Somtimes however, it is hard to remember.