So two of my kids started school today–my senior and my sixth grader. My sixth grader’s bus didn’t show up until almost 8:30 am and school starts at 15 until. So I took her in myself. God alone knows when she’ll get home this afternoon. I know it’s a new school year and it’s a new superintendent and new administrations at all the schools, but that is absolutely ridiculous for a bus to be at my house 45 minutes after school starts. At least I think so. l
Went to see Tillie again at Bob’s insistence. I wish I could have just said to him, “You know, I have this last paper due and then I will be okay.” But if I even hint that school is giving me any stress, he’ll ask me to drop out. I KNOW he will. My therapist even said it before I did. I think I am going to ask him to get some therapy himself–find somebody he can talk to about how he feels living with me who can reassure him. Beg if I have to. WE can’t keep going in this feedback loop of me feeling like I have to live like I:m out on bail and can’t have normal feelings without him freaking out and making it more than it is. Sigh.