We had a very hard afternoon. Crazy weather -- storming, humidity, hot sun. And no therapy, horseback riding cancelled. We did math work, and played video games, and then it was nice enough to go to the pool, so we went for a short time. It was almost empty because of the storms -- camps were gone, and only a few people remained. I thought it would be so much fun to have it to ourselves. I tried to get Julia to practice the arm part of the breast stroke. It became a battle and I got angry. I would not let her win, and she, being no less stubborn than I, did not want to give control to me. We battled in the pool and then at home. It went on for 3 hours and I am not proud of being angry with her for so long. In the end, I did win, but what is such a victory? I won with fear, not love, not compassion.
I am having trouble with Julia not listening and not doing as she is told. That is not going to stop. Not for a long time.
I need help and some time. I could use a free evening.