This past two weeks has been difficult; that, I think, is an understatement.
I have a child who's giving me a run for my money. Yesterday, I even called the pediatrician to seek help in dealing with what's going on. I am so depressed over not knowing what to do that I just want to stay in bed.
This child has taken everything I've ever relied on as a parent and thrown it out the window. It's all keeping me on my knees, but the answers, so far, are few and far between. It's extremly frustrating.
I went to a fireside Sunday night where our stake president spoke. He said that Heavenly Father knows my weaknesses because He gave them to me so I won't think I'm "all that." He also said that I should never try to do anything on my own.
So, here's my plan. I'm not getting out of bed until I have some answers.
I'm hoping that when this is all over, I'll have learned something new and great. I promise, when I do, I'll share it. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one in this world who's dealing with a difficult child. Right? Please tell me I'm not alone.
For now, life is fairly miserable.