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Wednesday, March 3, 2010


If you can't laugh, you cry, right?

So, turns out Chickie's anxiety issues, and their underlying reasons, are worse than we feared. Our move to Austin just kicked everything up into high gear, which we knew, but we didn't know what it might take to move Chick back down. Apparently it means that Mommy will lose her slightly expanding social life. So will Chick, but therein lies the idea.

Gone is Tu/Th preschool (although we are still going to this Thursday's performance - we didn't learn all of those songs for nuttin').

Gone is Monday gym class and Mommy's time to chat with her friend while the Little Lady learns to do "ta-da"s at the end of each move. Granted, I might have predicted this one in advance as Ana has picked up a mini stalker - he shadows her and tells her that he wants to wear glasses and bows just like her. I might yell at him too if I were her.

Gone are birthday parties, most restaurants, playdates, and any overstimulating experiences - mind you, the driveway has been overstimulating of late. Bonus: at least I have a real reason to avoid Chuckie Cheese now.

For the next 6 weeks, I am to keep Ana within arm's reach at all times. For the 3 months following that, within my sight. After a while, we can try a playdate with one friend, but for no longer than 30 minutes, I sit by her side the whole time, and we cut it short if she starts getting anxious. Later we can build up.

Some children with this issue need to be homeschooled. Oh crap! Does anyone know the phone number for Hooked on Phonics?

Bottom line, if you need to speak with me, drive past the house - we can do sign language through the window. I'll be the one in desperate need of a haircut.

1 comment:

Bethany said...

Hang in there, Alison. Ana will get through this. You're an awesome mama!

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