Tommy is in bed already. Ready to sleep.
Archive for February 29th, 2004
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Sunday, February 29th, 2004Tommy, Amy and I went to a park that was mainly slides. Tommy watched after his sister and talked about her achievements. He enjoyed sliding on a handle that is attached within a tube and rides on ball bearings; it slides easily back and forth the length of the tube. He “bouldered” on a “climbing wall.” Overall it was a great time.
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Sunday, February 29th, 2004Tommy came home from the playground happy and calm. He went to take a bath without any argument.
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Sunday, February 29th, 2004Tommy woke up and wandered the yard a bit until Dad decided to take the children to the park.
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Sunday, February 29th, 2004Tommy continues to nap and hide. I worry that he won’t be able to sleep and feel guilty that he has gone into hiding out of frustration from trying to get his Dad or I to interact with him on a day when we are both irritable. I’m going to try and awaken him.
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Sunday, February 29th, 2004…
…workers have conditions such as schizophrenia, bi-polar disorders or severe depression, this is the first time they’ve held down meaningful steady employment…
…the job is a welcome relief from mopping floors at a local fast-food restaurant.
“You can’t imagine what it’s like for them to walk in the mall and see someone wearing a T-shirt they made,” …
…In rare instances where employees are hospitalized because of a relapse of their mental illness, their jobs are held indefinitely.
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Sunday, February 29th, 2004Tommy is now in hibernation mode; sleeping in his room.
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Sunday, February 29th, 2004Tommy is talking and attempting to be the center of attention. My patience for him is absent today but he ignores my efforts to be left alone and pushes harder for attention.
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Sunday, February 29th, 2004Tommy seems calm today. He woke up and immediately started making the blueberry muffins I gave him permission to cook last night. After putting them in the oven he sat down to read the Sunday funnies with no running commentary. Sunday is usually his I’m bored day.