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<blockquote data-quote="gcvmom" data-source="post: 310329" data-attributes="member: 3444"><p>We did not start off very well today in the GCV household. My 5:15 alarm either did not go off, or I just don't remember turning it off. So when I woke with a start at 6:45 and muttered "oh shirt" because difficult child 1 was going to be late for school, I was pretty much doomed.</p><p> </p><p>I flew downstairs and woke him -- no time to give him his Focalin (he's supposed to be there at 6:50, which is already 25 min. later than the rest of his class, but his teacher lets him come at that time since I have to get up so early to give him his medications). I hand him a Daytrana patch to put on and then rush to the kitchen to find something for him to eat quickly.</p><p> </p><p>I go back to his room and he's still in bed! GAAAAAH!!! He's grumbling and grouchy because he's tired. I tell him I'm sorry, that's too bad, hurry up and get dressed! I'm in panic mode (my first mistake -- well, second mistake after blowing the alarm clock). He's in birtch and moan mode. The two don't mix.</p><p> </p><p>Now he has to use the toilet. And not quickly. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite3" alt=":(" title="Frown :(" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":(" /></p><p> </p><p>I hand him his other morning medications (crohn's, allergy & anxiety stuff) through the door with a small muffin and glass of milk.</p><p> </p><p>He finally comes out and goes to his room to get dressed. Puts on the exact same clothes he wore yesterday. I tell him to take off the old shirt and I dig out a clean one. I give him socks. I hand him money for lunch since there's no time to make one. I tell him I'll drive him today. He's grumbling and whining about being tired still. I'm impatient and tired too and snap at him to just deal with it, he's LATE. That was a bad move.</p><p> </p><p>He can't find his shoes. He forgets his backpack in his room. I'm losing it. We finally get in the car and he's mad at me. He's complaining about being tired. He says he's allowed to be late. I remind him that he's beyond the late that his teacher lets him come in. I remind him that he's only allowed so many unexcused tardies or absences and he could be dropped from the class. He's getting rude and disrespectful. I start lecturing him about being responsible and sometimes having to deal with situations regardless of how we feel, yada, yada, yada. He tells me, well, actually yells at me that I don't know how he feels, that he doesn't care if he's late (by this time we're about 1/4 of the way to school) and to just shut up. </p><p> </p><p>And that was my final straw that made me break. So I pulled over and told him to get out, and to have a nice day and called him a butthead in some not-so-nice terms and went back home.</p><p> </p><p>I don't know if he got to class on time. When I was driving easy child to school at 7:25, I could see difficult child 1 about 50 yards past the intersection where his campus is located. So he was almost there. But he didn't seem to be in too much of a hurry. He might have made it for the last 10 minutes of class.</p><p> </p><p>Hopefully both our days will go better. I just have such a hard time dealing with him when he's unmedicated, and he has a hard time dealing with me dealing with him (if that makes sense). <img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/emoticons/faint.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":faint:" title="faint :faint:" data-shortname=":faint:" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="gcvmom, post: 310329, member: 3444"] We did not start off very well today in the GCV household. My 5:15 alarm either did not go off, or I just don't remember turning it off. So when I woke with a start at 6:45 and muttered "oh shirt" because difficult child 1 was going to be late for school, I was pretty much doomed. I flew downstairs and woke him -- no time to give him his Focalin (he's supposed to be there at 6:50, which is already 25 min. later than the rest of his class, but his teacher lets him come at that time since I have to get up so early to give him his medications). I hand him a Daytrana patch to put on and then rush to the kitchen to find something for him to eat quickly. I go back to his room and he's still in bed! GAAAAAH!!! He's grumbling and grouchy because he's tired. I tell him I'm sorry, that's too bad, hurry up and get dressed! I'm in panic mode (my first mistake -- well, second mistake after blowing the alarm clock). He's in birtch and moan mode. The two don't mix. Now he has to use the toilet. And not quickly. :frowny: I hand him his other morning medications (crohn's, allergy & anxiety stuff) through the door with a small muffin and glass of milk. He finally comes out and goes to his room to get dressed. Puts on the exact same clothes he wore yesterday. I tell him to take off the old shirt and I dig out a clean one. I give him socks. I hand him money for lunch since there's no time to make one. I tell him I'll drive him today. He's grumbling and whining about being tired still. I'm impatient and tired too and snap at him to just deal with it, he's LATE. That was a bad move. He can't find his shoes. He forgets his backpack in his room. I'm losing it. We finally get in the car and he's mad at me. He's complaining about being tired. He says he's allowed to be late. I remind him that he's beyond the late that his teacher lets him come in. I remind him that he's only allowed so many unexcused tardies or absences and he could be dropped from the class. He's getting rude and disrespectful. I start lecturing him about being responsible and sometimes having to deal with situations regardless of how we feel, yada, yada, yada. He tells me, well, actually yells at me that I don't know how he feels, that he doesn't care if he's late (by this time we're about 1/4 of the way to school) and to just shut up. And that was my final straw that made me break. So I pulled over and told him to get out, and to have a nice day and called him a butthead in some not-so-nice terms and went back home. I don't know if he got to class on time. When I was driving easy child to school at 7:25, I could see difficult child 1 about 50 yards past the intersection where his campus is located. So he was almost there. But he didn't seem to be in too much of a hurry. He might have made it for the last 10 minutes of class. Hopefully both our days will go better. I just have such a hard time dealing with him when he's unmedicated, and he has a hard time dealing with me dealing with him (if that makes sense). :knockedout: [/QUOTE]
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