Today feels like the end of a vacation. The boys have therapy today. These therapists are new. This will be their second week now that the assessments are complete. My oldest kicked ass last week, but that means nothing for today. Little guy his therapist wasn't paying attention during assessments and immediately began on the wrong foot. She's fresh out of school. See, oddly for intense treatment such as my boys need licensed therapists won't touch them. It's too much work. So, we get kids fresh from school. People learning how to be therapeutic off my kids. Because a book, a lecture can't teach you how to meet the patient where they're at. It reminds me of my expectations as a pregnant woman, pregnant with my first born. All my ideas on what my birth would be like, the type of mother I'd be. How little I knew. My birth?! Yeah, right! Baby comes as baby sees fit. Anyway, little ones therapist isn't likely to make a difference in his life if she can't relax and talk to him on his level. I'll get off my soap box now, because I've got a lot to learn through this as well.