Spooky Hallowe'en children
I don't think it's overly dramatic to say that we, Mikey and I, feel like after a really bad night with Pickle, we get some mild form of PTSD. Last night was behaviour that was off the charts. I don't even want to go into it or divulge any details. Just to say that today we both feel like we've been run over by a 50 ton lorry, dragged through that proverbial hedge a number of times, and then run over a few more times for good measure. I feel completely on the edge with this now. This morning, however, she was a dream. Eating a good breakfast, playing quietly, being polite when she asked for things, getting dressed when we asked, giving us hugs and being absolutely lovely in general. Then I get an email from her teacher about her atrocious and dangerous behaviour at school this morning. I feel like I am being emotionally battered, and I don't know how I have failed her and what I can do for her. Feel completely deflated and like I want to cry all the time. But I ca...