difficult child heads back to school tomorrow. And, I should be excited. Instead I am filled with dread. The battle to get her up and out the door to school every.single.day begins again. I hate it. I am hoping that with the new year we will have a better track record. I am trying so hard to be optimistic, but it is so hard when I know what lies ahead. I wake up every morning in a panic. Worried whether she will be going to school, or if she will be to "tired" to go. I know the depression is a big part of it, but I just really want her to take some ownership of all of this. Hopefully therapy will help. We start tomorrow.