A Good Day

It's been a bit of a rough haul, getting used to a new job, new school, new home, etc., but over the past week or so, things have been looking up. Working with the population I do, you can have really bad days, or really good days. There is seldom any middle ground. Bad days make you want to crawl under your covers and never come out, or at the very least, be one with the couch and a six pack of Sam. Good days are ridiculously good. I have started to have good days at work - not with the day to day job things, but with the kids. It sometimes takes a long time for them to get used to you, and that can be soooo frustrating. But, last night, the toughest little girl I work with finally said my name, which for her is huge. And instead of pushing me away (literally) and yelling "move, please, move please!", she said, "Excuse me, Shayna". You could have scraped my jaw up off the floor.

I have stimulus control! Yeah!