Abby had her first day of rehab today, and she did pretty well. There was a little miscommunication and a student intern came to work with her...not what I had in mind. I don't usually go back with Abby, but I asked to this time. She wanted Abby to do 10 consecutive minutes on the treadmill at a 1.0 incline, which is her baseline. She did eventually do 10 minutes with multiple breaks, but the incline only lasted 3 minutes. I was pretty happy with those results, but the intern wasn't. Turns out, she didn't know a thing about Abby. When our therapist did get out of her meeting, she took over the session and then I felt comfortable enough to go back in the waiting room like usual. She apologized several times for the miscommunication, even though I never said anything about it.
It all went downhill after OT, and Abby spent the majority of the rest of the day yelling at me. Yay. I love that. Deep breaths and a lot of tough love later, she eventually pulled it together....only for her brother to pick up right where she left off. Double yay. So now I'm decompressing with some Grey's Anatomy (my strange stress reducer) and a little white wine. And tomorrow I will have sweet kids again! Every day is a new day!