I always loved reading that children's book to the kids I taught. I wanted them to know that everyone has bad days, even in Australia. It is how we handle those days that matter.
We have not had an anxiety attack in a couple of weeks. Praise the Lord. I have seen her struggle, but ultimately overcome with huge success. One of the things that has played positively into this is routine. It has not changed and that is huge. That being said, we are coming up on Thanksgiving break. She will be out a whole week. This is usually a trigger when it is time to return, so I feel tense with anticipation. But we will take it as it comes!
Today however, it was my turn to have a bad day. I had an anxiety attack of my own last night, but was able to overcome fairly easily. I am undergoing infertility treatments which include a cocktail of hormones every month and to say they make me crazy is the understatement of the century. I cry, I laugh, I lose things, forget what I was going to say... etc but today was all about the anger and over reaction. My temper flared for the littlest things and needless to say my mouth got away from me more than once. All I could do was ask for the forgiveness of my loved ones. I apologized to my girl and we talked it over. We spent the remainder of the day snuggled on the couch watching funny shows. Today was my turn to have a terrible , no good, very bad day, and I am so glad I taught my little about grace and forgiveness.
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