TerryJ2
Well-Known Member
difficult child was awful last night. I was home alone with-him and had taken away his PS2. He thinks he has a right to it like he has a right to breathe.
First off, he called me just as easy child's soccer game started and asked me to pick him up. He goes to an after-school program and I'd rather pay to have him there than to annoy me at her game. I made him swear he'd be good and of course he did
so I walked across the pkng lot and walked him to the stands. He was there 5.2 seconds when he said he was cold. It was very cold. The temp dropped from 70 to 50 or less. Then he was hungry. Then he was bored.
easy child's team had a Sr award ceremony on the field so we stayed for that, then went home halfway through the game.
I bought difficult child fries and a Sprite at McD's on the way home and suggested we build a fire at home since it was so cold. He liked that idea.
I built it, he looked for 1 split second, then disappeared to play on the PS2. (I forgot to take the cord.)
I cooked dinner, and after an hr, told him his time was up and it was time to eat.
Also, had him wash the toilet--he's a lousy aim.
While he was doing that, I took the cord. His hr was up.
He wanted it back and pestered me for oh, 2 hrs. I left the rm, sat and ate my dinner in front of the fire, poured myself a glass of wine, did my best to ignore him. His perseverence goes way beyond my capabilities.
Then he got really mad and told me I was in a bad mood because I was bipolar, and he should know because he is. Say what? I corrected him and said he had Asperger's, but you know, he's always right.
So there's no point in correcting him.
He refused to eat dinner. (It was really good--skinless breasts with-herbs and spices, little red potatoes, chicken gravy, with yellow and green beans with toasted pine nuts.)
I wrote his chores on a note, wrote a note to husband, taped it to the guest rm door, and went to bed at 8 p.m. I brought Taffy onto the bed and cried myself to sleep.
Today I just feel like someone has drained all the blood out of me.
difficult child was contrite. He apologized and hugged me this a.m., but said it was because he had a bad day in ISS catching up with-his work, he's upset about his 3 F's, he's upset about Taffy being put down next wk, etc. I honestly don't remember what I said back to him but it was insignificant.
I have so much to do and no energy to do it.
Sorry for whining. Some days just hoover.
First off, he called me just as easy child's soccer game started and asked me to pick him up. He goes to an after-school program and I'd rather pay to have him there than to annoy me at her game. I made him swear he'd be good and of course he did
so I walked across the pkng lot and walked him to the stands. He was there 5.2 seconds when he said he was cold. It was very cold. The temp dropped from 70 to 50 or less. Then he was hungry. Then he was bored.easy child's team had a Sr award ceremony on the field so we stayed for that, then went home halfway through the game.
I bought difficult child fries and a Sprite at McD's on the way home and suggested we build a fire at home since it was so cold. He liked that idea.
I built it, he looked for 1 split second, then disappeared to play on the PS2. (I forgot to take the cord.)
I cooked dinner, and after an hr, told him his time was up and it was time to eat.
Also, had him wash the toilet--he's a lousy aim.
While he was doing that, I took the cord. His hr was up.
He wanted it back and pestered me for oh, 2 hrs. I left the rm, sat and ate my dinner in front of the fire, poured myself a glass of wine, did my best to ignore him. His perseverence goes way beyond my capabilities.
Then he got really mad and told me I was in a bad mood because I was bipolar, and he should know because he is. Say what? I corrected him and said he had Asperger's, but you know, he's always right.
So there's no point in correcting him.He refused to eat dinner. (It was really good--skinless breasts with-herbs and spices, little red potatoes, chicken gravy, with yellow and green beans with toasted pine nuts.)
I wrote his chores on a note, wrote a note to husband, taped it to the guest rm door, and went to bed at 8 p.m. I brought Taffy onto the bed and cried myself to sleep.
Today I just feel like someone has drained all the blood out of me.
difficult child was contrite. He apologized and hugged me this a.m., but said it was because he had a bad day in ISS catching up with-his work, he's upset about his 3 F's, he's upset about Taffy being put down next wk, etc. I honestly don't remember what I said back to him but it was insignificant.
I have so much to do and no energy to do it.
Sorry for whining. Some days just hoover.
I hope today goes better. 
