Just An Ordinary Average Day

Just when I start to feel we have made real progress with our new family... I think we are all bonding well, things have settled down, no one is peeing up a million times a day... we backtrack. We have had so much drama in the past couple of days... Not only that but Mary is back to wetting and pooping and being oppositional and compulsive, and showing all her RAD behaviors again.

I let her know that she will not be going to VBS on Monday as they don't take kids who don't use the toilet. Not a problem apparently as she just kicked it up a notch in the pee department. This morning she woke up dry but when I told her she had to wait a bit for breakfast, she went back to her bed and pee'd until her pull ups were soaked, her jammies were soaked, her pillow, mattress pad, sheets, blankets and stuffed animals were absolutely soaked... And to show how amazing this is, she had already been to the bathroom two minutes before!

Last night I asked her to please finish her milk before she was excused from supper. She responded that milk makes her sick in her tummy. Well, she has lived here almost 7 months and drank milk at every meal, so this is news to me... Of course I say that's too bad, drink your milk. She did. She got up from the table walked two steps and said to me, "Milk makes me sick," and barfed it all over the kitchen floor!

It is so true that RAD kids have amazing control over their bodily functions. There are not many 'functional' people who can throw up at will (she did not even put a finger down her throat) or pee six gallons having only had a glass of juice since they woke up.

Another talent Mary has is the ability to look me right in the eye while I am once again going over the consequences of her calling me a 'jerk,' and make her eyes go different directions. One points toward her nose while the other goes up to the back of her head. Or... and this must be a favorite of hers judging by the amount of times she does it, she will look right at me and make one eye go over toward her ear. It would be pretty fascinating if it wasn't so irritating.

Ah well, just another day in the life I guess. I told John the other day that I could probably stand all this crazy stuff if it wasn't for the fact that he (John) kept crapping up a half a roll of toilet paper and stuffing it in the laundry. He responded by telling me he would stop that if I would quit throwing his tools out in the yard. Hmmm... Sorry, Bud. It is very therapeutic for me to whip six or eight of your tools out into the tall grass at least a couple of times a week.