MLK Day.. at work

Ah, the sweet smell of overtime.

Sunday I caught up on much needed rest. Matthew took us out to lunch to Texas Roadhouse, then to a little shopping for sunglasses.
Although I love getting out with my family, I was happy to be back home. I was just exhausted.
My parents and nephew came up and spent some really good quality time with the kiddos and I watched the Golden Globes.
We let Jacob sleep on Tabitha's bunk bed thinking my nephew and sister would be staying overnight, but they ended up going home for the night.
Everyone seemed to like my butter-pecan-applesauce-molasses cake. I'm grateful, because most things I try do pretty badly.
Saturday night when I was playing in Jacob's room we found a juicebox hidden under his bed. Last night I found an apple.
It is times like this I have to remind myself that he has only had one real session with the new Dr. and I can't expect overnight (pun intended) results. It is just beyond my comprehension that as smart as he is, he doesn't change the behaviors that he gets into trouble from.
Which is why I am still picking up the book and getting reassurances that it: 1.) Could be A LOT worse, and 2.) Isn't the end of the world.
I also had thought the 'nighttime' pills were going to keep him asleep, only to find out the second night he took them he woke my sister up numerous times asking for food. My guess is he had attempted to steal food from the kitchen but thought twice to wake her up since she was on the couch sleeping near the kitchen doorway.
Then when I asked him Saturday how he had slept, he said he slept the entire night. Ugh.
It used to be the 'no response and no remorse' attitude from him that made me angry, now I sort of get that.. but now I'm having a hard time with the 'I know you'll find out but still do it' mentality.
We feel like we are having to deal with the same rules getting broken each day.
And then there's Tabitha, the charmer. She see's his negative attention and immediately turns on her 'baby talk' and 'I love you's and 'didn't I do good's. So, while her behavior is obviously manipulative of the situation and completely irritating.. the only real thing we can correct is the baby-talking. If she is talking and I say, 'stop the baby talk' then she will go back to sounding like a 6 year old. It is really wild.
So, with both kids on the bunkbed, I put the baby gate up right outside the closed door, hoping to stop Jacob getting up and roaming the house for food and electronics to play around with. He did have to ask one time around 2 a.m. to go to the bathroom, and I lifted him over the gate and back over afterwards. Silly, right? But I am confident that he was so surprised by the gate being there that he didn't venture climbing over it to go on his midnight scavenger hunt.

So, today is MLK day, my sister has my kiddos, and I have a 3:00 with my own psychiatriast. Having first visit nervousness, but I feel like I need help with my own things going on, in addition to being able to be a better parent to RAD kids.