We've had a really tough few days with C - the kind of days when you dread the fact that she is awake, and you drop into bed at night silent and exhausted.
Yesterday we played a game called "say it nicely," which involved chocolate ice cream and lots of made-up situations, some reasonable and some completely silly. It helped a bit.
Today I took J to the optometrist (he'll be getting glasses). Three minutes into our wait I had to apologize to everyone in the waiting room. But we practiced some of the things we learned in "say it nicely," and after that she seemed more or less a normal, high-strung child.
Small, small steps.