My heart is so torn. You’re not learning to behave, but it’s hard to keep firm and keep you in your room.
I know you don’t want to be there. I know you’re wanting to be with the other kids. I wish that you would just start listening and behaving.
Yesterday, every time I checked on you, there was something new. You stuck a screwdriver into your wall and made 3 holes. You found chalk and drew 2 life-sized kids to be your “friend.” You snuck into the play room, you snuck out to pet the kitten, you snuck out to see the TV.
You go back to your mom’s and I fear any progress will be lost.