Tuesday. Counseling day. We've been seeing this counselor with the kids for a year and a half. He's terrific. Lined up on the couch each week are myself, Colin (my fiance) and Brian (my ex). Love that we can cooperate and do this together. New family and old.
After 2 weeks off for the holidays, some of my children were in rare form. Gideon refused to talk. All attitude. His anger and temper lately are awful. Hello preteen years. Ugh. Molly was so defiant, Mark had to end up carrying her out of the office. To the bathroom. To clean it. Hey... You are gonna work at counseling. Your emotional stuff... Or janitorial. Your choice. Sam did ok this week, and Hallie was awesomely open and real. That's certainly not always the case.
Gideon is in dire need of therapeutic respite for a few days. But the cost is more than we have to spare right now. So we plug on.