So here I am again, in Seattle/Renton, on the second half of the PCIT training. Today went well. I reached Mastery for the parenting part of child-directed interaction. That means I was able to do 10 labeled praises, 10 reflections, 10 behavioral descriptions, and no more than 3 questions, corrections, or criticisms — all within 5 minutes of being the “parent” in the parent-child Special Play Time. I don’t know if any of that made any sense, but it does to me, and I suppose that’s all that really matters. Hehe.

Traffic was horrible again this morning. I left at 5:30am from home to make my 3.5-hour trek to Seattle. And I was still half an hour late to the training. When you’re in traffic, you can’t do much but listen to music and be bored, and get all impatient and pissy. I was in a frenzy when I flew into the training room. All frazzled-like, like a crazy lady. I hate being late, especially to these types of “formal” things. Trainings don’t wait for people, y’know. You miss out, you miss out. They’re not like clients where you can just “reschedule” or show up late with a phone call. I hate making people wait. It’s just not nice. Makes me feel bad.

Okay so it’s almost bedtime now. Sleeping in a hotel room without Dave next to me, in a strange bed, is awfully… awful. At least it’s just one night, and work got me a really nice room. So it’s good. Plus, there’s wireless internet, and I get to use my nifty laptop. Home away from home!