By Zanna Mackenzie
“Do that once more and you’ll be in big trouble,” I warn, wagging my finger ineffectually. I don’t know why I bother; it’s obvious I’m completely wasting my time.
Right. OK. I head to the kitchen. Try to calm down. Think. Think hard. What is it I’m supposed to do now? Oh yes. Take a deep breath. Try to relax. That’s what the doctor told me to do. I lean against the cool of the kitchen sink concentrating on counting in a long, deep breath, followed by a long, slow out breath.
It’s not so bad for David, my husband, he’s out at work all day. Lucky thing. No such opportunity for me to escape though because I work from home. Instead I’m here all day, dealing with the tantrums, heading off problems, basically just trying to stay sane. I’ve got to admit I never thought it would be this difficult; it’s not how I’d pictured things. People just keep saying things like, hang in there and, it’ll get easier. Are they telling me the truth or just dishing up platitudes? [Read more…] about Coping