TerryJ2
Well-Known Member
difficult child was home 2 days this wk. Ate junk food by the boatload and got sick (note to self: give or throw away all junk food). By Wed he was doing much better. I let him sleep late and he could have gone to school by 10, but you know how these kids are--a hangnail and it's the end of the world.
He did chores so thought he deserved computer time. I said no and went into my ofc to turn off the wireless. He blocked my way (sound familiar?). I tried so hard not to get into a screaming match but I was hoarse. Finally, he agreed to go to baseball practice if I would leave the wireless on.
He got on his uniform but then refused to go to the field early because he didn't want to be alone. Said it was against the rules of Little League. (He also told me that his teachers would give him detention for falling asleep in class, which they told me at the 504 the other day was a crock of b*ll. We actually had a lot of laughs at the mtng.)
difficult child slammed his fist into the door frame 3X. It was his throwing hand but I kept my mouth shut.
We drove to the field and he refused to get out, so I drove to husband's clinic, got an adjustment and elec therapy (how sad is it when elec patches on your butt, while you're lying face down, is the highlight of your day? Soft music, a little nap ...) Then husband hopped in the car and I took him to the airport, and took difficult child to the field an hr late.
Last night, I told difficult child I had found his old PSP or PS2 or whatever it is, but didn't want to give it back until he apologized for the other day. He started yelling again. He pd his own money for it ($200) and could use it because he owned it, blah blah blah.
He is back on his medications, and I am trying so hard to be calm, but with-husband out of town, P sobbing in pain and the Visiting Angels caregiver calling me and asking what to do (I told her to take P to the doctor-in-the-box next door and check for a bladder infection, and I arranged for a neurology appointment in mid-Oct, because everything aggravates her tailbone, which should have healed a yr ago), making dinner, snacks, checking homework, having a 504 mtng which went very well, but which sent difficult child into orbit because I had him change homerooms so he could have assistance from the aide in the other room, and not make it look obvious ... but changing homerooms is pretty obvious ... dealing with-a dryer repairman (I'm posting a note on WC about that), waiting for a gutter contractor who never showed up, got a very upset call from easy child, who got into a huge fight with-one of her roommates, who started a discussion about The Help and how awesome it was, but then said her family "owns" Mexicans who live in a shed out back, and isn't it ironic? And she's got a student in one of her classes (she is a Sr, majoring in education), "There's this negro boy who is always acting out and getting on my nerves," and easy child just lost it, yelled at her, grabbed her purse and took off for her boyfriend's dorm at the school 5 mi away ... always drama ... and then I got a late night msg, which thank d*G I didn't get until this a.m., that Dad was in the ER, so I am running around like a chicken with-my head cut off.
I've got a psychiatric medication appointment on Sat at 11, and difficult child can't go--he's got a game from 9-11. But this is better--I can talk to the dr alone and figure out another plan about medications. The hormones are in full swing. And difficult child is getting physical again--shoulder checking, blocking the doorway ... when I turn off the wireless, it ruins the system and it wrecks my computer and I have to call Verizon so I have to call a friend to reconfigure the computer settings and password instead.
When I told difficult child to apologize for the way he treated me yesterday, he did not understand why. He was so self righteous. I am very upset because I thought we had this under control.
I did not post this in detail the other day because I was too upset. My hands aren't shaking today and things have calmed down. I am going for a walk.
Thanks for listening.
He did chores so thought he deserved computer time. I said no and went into my ofc to turn off the wireless. He blocked my way (sound familiar?). I tried so hard not to get into a screaming match but I was hoarse. Finally, he agreed to go to baseball practice if I would leave the wireless on.
He got on his uniform but then refused to go to the field early because he didn't want to be alone. Said it was against the rules of Little League. (He also told me that his teachers would give him detention for falling asleep in class, which they told me at the 504 the other day was a crock of b*ll. We actually had a lot of laughs at the mtng.)
difficult child slammed his fist into the door frame 3X. It was his throwing hand but I kept my mouth shut.
We drove to the field and he refused to get out, so I drove to husband's clinic, got an adjustment and elec therapy (how sad is it when elec patches on your butt, while you're lying face down, is the highlight of your day? Soft music, a little nap ...) Then husband hopped in the car and I took him to the airport, and took difficult child to the field an hr late.
Last night, I told difficult child I had found his old PSP or PS2 or whatever it is, but didn't want to give it back until he apologized for the other day. He started yelling again. He pd his own money for it ($200) and could use it because he owned it, blah blah blah.
He is back on his medications, and I am trying so hard to be calm, but with-husband out of town, P sobbing in pain and the Visiting Angels caregiver calling me and asking what to do (I told her to take P to the doctor-in-the-box next door and check for a bladder infection, and I arranged for a neurology appointment in mid-Oct, because everything aggravates her tailbone, which should have healed a yr ago), making dinner, snacks, checking homework, having a 504 mtng which went very well, but which sent difficult child into orbit because I had him change homerooms so he could have assistance from the aide in the other room, and not make it look obvious ... but changing homerooms is pretty obvious ... dealing with-a dryer repairman (I'm posting a note on WC about that), waiting for a gutter contractor who never showed up, got a very upset call from easy child, who got into a huge fight with-one of her roommates, who started a discussion about The Help and how awesome it was, but then said her family "owns" Mexicans who live in a shed out back, and isn't it ironic? And she's got a student in one of her classes (she is a Sr, majoring in education), "There's this negro boy who is always acting out and getting on my nerves," and easy child just lost it, yelled at her, grabbed her purse and took off for her boyfriend's dorm at the school 5 mi away ... always drama ... and then I got a late night msg, which thank d*G I didn't get until this a.m., that Dad was in the ER, so I am running around like a chicken with-my head cut off.
I've got a psychiatric medication appointment on Sat at 11, and difficult child can't go--he's got a game from 9-11. But this is better--I can talk to the dr alone and figure out another plan about medications. The hormones are in full swing. And difficult child is getting physical again--shoulder checking, blocking the doorway ... when I turn off the wireless, it ruins the system and it wrecks my computer and I have to call Verizon so I have to call a friend to reconfigure the computer settings and password instead.
When I told difficult child to apologize for the way he treated me yesterday, he did not understand why. He was so self righteous. I am very upset because I thought we had this under control.
I did not post this in detail the other day because I was too upset. My hands aren't shaking today and things have calmed down. I am going for a walk.
Thanks for listening.
We stood in the driveway and talked for about 20 min, and he can bring difficult child home after practice tomorrow. They live across the street. (I told him I have a dr appointment, but it's really difficult child's psychiatric medication appointment and we can't be in two places at once.)
sorry you've got a lot going on and difficult child isn't helping any.
