amazeofgrace
A maze of Grace - that about sums it up
so I go back to work this morning after a 5 day vacation at the beach and 4 hours later my Dad calls me demanding I "get home now and deal with my kid". He was watching difficult child II for me and difficult child II was here playing the wii with 2 of his friends, my Dad was in the adjoining laundry room and one of difficult child II's friends being "funny" slammed the door shut on him, well, needless to say my Dad did not think it was funny, he came out screaming, calling them all names and threw them out of the house, all while difficult child II was losing it on him, for losing it on him and his friends. Hence forth the phone call, summoning me home.
I come home and collect difficult child II from around the corner, confiscate his bike, or at least try to, while he's ripping it out of my hands. I get him inside he is calling me every name in the book, my Dad comes out screaming, and difficult child II proceeds to call my Dad Hitler and some colorful obscenitites. Yep, mayhem. I call SW, she's not there, I call mobile, they won't come and tell me to call SW. SW calls, difficult child II hangs up on her, she calls back, offers psychobabble and suggests giving difficult child II space. But I am beyond "space" at this point, I'm repeatedly being called a F'n B over and over, I tell him if he does not stop he will get soap in his mouth, he doesn't stop, I smear soap across his mouth.
For the past 7 hours I have been riding this emotional rollercoaster with difficult child II, he is angry, he is sorry, he is crying, he asks for the wii back (I took that too), I say no, he gets angry, he blames his behavior on missing S2BX, he is crying, he is angry, etc etc etc He is highly irritable and explosive, and it was definatley a day were I could've taken him for a psychiatric evaluation, but again, why bother? They only send him home, or to a hospital, that then, sends him home, a vicious useless cycle!
sorry venting, I am on my 3rd bottle of coke, fully leaded
I come home and collect difficult child II from around the corner, confiscate his bike, or at least try to, while he's ripping it out of my hands. I get him inside he is calling me every name in the book, my Dad comes out screaming, and difficult child II proceeds to call my Dad Hitler and some colorful obscenitites. Yep, mayhem. I call SW, she's not there, I call mobile, they won't come and tell me to call SW. SW calls, difficult child II hangs up on her, she calls back, offers psychobabble and suggests giving difficult child II space. But I am beyond "space" at this point, I'm repeatedly being called a F'n B over and over, I tell him if he does not stop he will get soap in his mouth, he doesn't stop, I smear soap across his mouth.
For the past 7 hours I have been riding this emotional rollercoaster with difficult child II, he is angry, he is sorry, he is crying, he asks for the wii back (I took that too), I say no, he gets angry, he blames his behavior on missing S2BX, he is crying, he is angry, etc etc etc He is highly irritable and explosive, and it was definatley a day were I could've taken him for a psychiatric evaluation, but again, why bother? They only send him home, or to a hospital, that then, sends him home, a vicious useless cycle!
sorry venting, I am on my 3rd bottle of coke, fully leaded
