Tired

Two long days of rush at work.  We were busier yesterday than any day of fall rush.  That felt so incredibly weird.  Today felt like a normal winter Tuesday.  Some guy came up and had great cologne. I told him he smelled good and Carissa told me that was creepy.  Maybe, but the guy liked the comment.
Usually I have tales to tell from Rush, but I really don't this time.
So I have a message on my answering machine from some one at the Children's Center.  It wasn't really clear as to what it is about.  My guess is it is a new home specialist.  John had warned us that his boss may consider it a conflict of interest.  I understand ethics and all that.  But I don't feel heard.  We were perfectly comfortable with John and had already had our meeting.  I guess if we have to change, at least the little man wasn't completely attached yet.
Here is what I know.  The little man is tired of talking about all this "stuff".  He was not very cooperative the last time he saw Taylor.  He took awhile to become cooperative with John.  He shuts down a lot if pushed too much.  He told me he did  not want to see the therapist anymore (he doesn't have a choice).  Change is harder for my little man than it is for me.  And I resist it like the plague.
And every one seems to want to make changes like crazy.  Taylor thinks we should move to Catholic Services for level four services.  And apparently the therapist thinks so also.  Start completely over with a boy who is done and a Nana who is just too tired.  I was assertive enough to say let's see how it goes where we are at right now.  We just started level 3.  And we see the psychiatrist next week about medication.