Unpleasant Evening

    Tator had an appointment with her psychiatrist today. I hadn't told her about the appointment yet and  was very worried sick this morning knowing I was going to have to tell her when she got up. I wasn't sure how she would react. Her main reason for not wanting to go is because we usually have about a 3 hour wait to get in to see him. So this does not make her happy at all. I on the other hand don't mind as much. I enjoy sitting there and reading or catching up on things without a toddler hanging on me.

   She ate her breakfast and did real well until we got in the car to go. She got real upset saying her seat belt was too tight and yelled and kicked the seat most of the ride there.

   I had taken plenty for her to do while we sat and waited, but of course she didn't want to do any of it. So that became her problem. I, of course, had my book and was happy to read. We lucked out this time we only had to wait 2.5 hours.

   He thinks that maybe the increase in the Risperidone is making her too tired and that's why the increased moodiness. He had also taken her off the Zoloft because we didn't think it was helping her at all. Now were wondering if it was doing more than we thought.

   So we're going to decrease the Risperidone and see if that helps, if not were going back on the Zoloft too. I'm really not sure if I'm comfortable with her being on all these medicines, but she really needs help and I think meds are always going to be part of her.

   She did come home and do her homework from last night. But at supper she got very upset because we wouldn't give her any more food after she had clearly had enough. I tried to derail her by telling her to clean up the table and that sent her into a full fledged screaming fit. Where she repeatedly yelled "No, I'm not doing it, I'm still hungry and you won't feed me."  I told her she needed to calm down or she was going to have to go up to bed early and we'd be skipping her shower. She just stood and screamed "I was going to give her a shower and she wasn't going to go to bed until I did." Shawn and I very calmly escorted her to her room where she continued to yell at us as she put on her pajamas and got into bed. I kissed her good night and told her I loved her. I admit it. I left the room. I know I should have stayed with her and tried to calm her down, but I was just so tired of being talked to like that. Its been a while since she's treated us like that.

   I did go back up about ten minutes later and check on her, and as soon as I opened her door she started again about what a mean person I was and how I had ruined her night. I just kissed her again and told her I loved her.

   I know, I know, I should have stayed with her, but I'm just not feeling that strong right now.