Today was hell.

Heller than Hell.

Miss C screamed, bit, kicked and threw stuff during a whole 30 minutes.

30 minutes may not seem like a long time.
But sitting there in therapy, 30 minutes was eternal.

I fought to place her in the car. She screamed and threw stuff while I was driving.

"Shut up!! go away"

Then she would clasps her hands together...

"I'm sorry Santa..!! I'm sorry please help me!".

midway I had to stop.

And did something I don't usually do when she is like this.

I spanked her.

I felt the obligation to give her a reason to cry.

After that I was happy, even though she kept on with her theatrics I knew she at least was crying because of something.

I just so dislike empty tears.