This morning didn’t go so well.
Lilia showed up at the breakfast table with some sort of neck pain. Maybe she slept on it wrong, or maybe she pulled a muscle. Or maybe she injured it yesterday when I accidentally turned over the wheelchair with her in it. See, she likes it when I hold her hand and pull her along, but I pulled too hard and accidentally yanked her over sideways. In front of witnesses! Who did nothing to help, but said, “Abunai, na!” loudly to each other. She was surprised, but uninjured, I think. I was still hanging on to her when she went over. I broke her fall a bit.
ANYWAY. Lilia signed that she needed ice for her neck and that she couldn’t go to school. *sigh* Last week, Tuesday, it was her foot. My blood pressure immediately went up as I knew there would be struggle involved. I frantically tried to come up with a bribe. Money! Toys! A trip to the video store! I reminded her that today she would have art class, which she generally likes. I attempted to sign that I would be arrested if she didn’t go to school. (Probably not, but it was worth a try.”
I spent ten minutes trying to wrestle her out of her pajamas. Meanwhile, she was trying to kick and bite me. Finally, for whatever reason, she gave in.
We were late for school, but her teachers were in a meeting or something and didn’t notice.
Apparently Helen Keller was willful and badly behaved until Anne Sullivan came along. I must read up on how she worked her miracle.