School started back up yesterday and someone didn't handle it well. I was all for it ("get the hell out of my house so i can work in peace!") but E wasn't having any of it. The now 10 year old had a massive case of nerves. Anxiety sucks but when you are 10 and don't understand what it is sucks more. I know I have anxiety. I know my symptoms. She on the other hand doesn't. As soon as I mentioned school this morning the stomach hurt. And I warned her that there will be no phone calls home (I'm so freaking mean...).
I totally can sympathize with her. I get it! I've been there. A lot. Pretty much on a daily basis before any work calls that I have. But I refuse to let her be beaten by this - Suck it up buttercup. We got this crappy thing called Anxiety and its something a lot of people deal with. That's the key - we need to deal with it. So I got her talking about dinner. She mentioned wanting to cook dinner so I asked her - I changed the topic from school to cooking. She loves to cook and I will gladly let her cook or bake (saves me from doing it all the time). I should have picked up on when she was little that cooking and baking would be her outlet.