Patches had another difficult night. No one was hurt. She screamed at me that a girl at school is picking on her and no one is doing anything about it. This was somehow my fault and it was also the first I have heard of it. I must really work on my mind reading skills, I am letting my children down.
The AT's are making a safety plan for Patches, they have chosen a residential treatment center. It is local and will not do much in the way of healing her but it will keep us all safe. They take Medicaid. It will only be used as a last resort. I think it was more damaging to "send her away" than it was to have her here holding us hostage.
We will also be discussing a change in her meds back to the original Risperdal. We switched her b/c of the food issues she was having with it but now it seems like a minor issue considering the alternatives. She is desperate, we all are. She will have to commit to a daily exercise plan before we do it and we have to have the Psychiatrist agree.
Kiera is such a wild child. She threw my cell in the toilet on Sunday and tried to flush it. She will crawl or climb up anything that holds still, including the kids. She doesn't stop moving until she is asleep and even then she twitches. You can't turn your back for a moment, she is off carrying the dog by it's neck or taking a giant bite of body soap and saying, "Mmmmm". She is talking up a storm. She is still using one word to express herself but it is really funny to be told by a 1 yr old to "Get!" or when she wants to have her blanket she yells at you "Lovey!". She is bossing this family around and learned quickly how much powere she has. This will not turn out good, I promise.
Yesterday Michael and Eddie filled a hole with dirt and their pee. Ruthie and the boys stirred it and splattered each other with it. They then turned on the other girls. We were about to head out to dinner when I discovered their crime. The boys and Ruthie were unable to join us for a Mexican dinner, they stayed home with Rosa and threw fits. Good times.