Sllliiiddingggg.......

Stella is sliding backwards into her separation anxiety again.  It started a few weeks back with not wanting to go to quasi-school on the day her sister was sick.  Then she didn't want to go to church school without me. She was hesitant to do Girl Scouts without me. Last Monday, they called me from quasi-school because she was crying at lunch time.  Then, hallelujah, this past weekend, she managed childcare at church on Friday night as well as church school on Sunday without tears or much clinging.  Today I dropped her off at quasi-school only to have them call me <2hrs later because Stella was sobbing.

First off, I ran home and got her meds, which she had forgotten this morning.  This behavior pattern has been on and off for weeks, and she HAS been taking her meds, so that was not the reason.  Still, I wanted her to wait a bit before I showed up to "save the day."  Plus she did need to take her meds.  And I wanted to call and get her back in to the psychiatrist in Denver (appt: Wednesday.)  Then I went back to her school where I spent the rest of the day in 2nd grade classes, which I'm pretty sure I passed the first time around and don't necessarily need anymore. 

For those who know the saga or have been reading the blog for awhile, you know that we have done a lot of different things regarding her issues with being without a parent.  I have researched, read and tried numerous books, ideas, plans, etc.  I don't need advice anymore, I need this to end.  The kid needs to be able to spend 6 hrs in a safe environment where she knows everyone and has been going for THREE YEARS without needing me to run back before she cries herself into a puking frenzy (and yes, that happens.)  Sigh.

I love her to pieces, I really do.  It is just so physically and emotionally draining to deal with all of this.