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<blockquote data-quote="gcvmom" data-source="post: 252144" data-attributes="member: 3444"><p>difficult child 2 did okay today until just before it was time for his afternoon dose of Seroquel. I could just see that the evening dose was done because he was becoming more "busy" and starting to get wound up. About a half hour after the lunchtime dose, he was calmed down and looking forward to a friend coming over. The two rode outside on their skate boards for about an hour or so. Then came in to play a video game for about another hour. Then went outside to poke around the back yard and visit the chickens. By 4:00, that lunchtime dose was fizzling out. He was just zooming around the yard, talking to himself practically and trying to get his friend to help him dig. Just wanted to dig a hole. No reason. Just wanted to dig. Couldn't understand why his friend wasn't interested in a digging race. I went inside to check on something. Glanced out the window, and he's got a chicken in his hands and throws it up in the air as high as he can, laughing. The poor bird was frantically trying to get back down to earth without crashing. Meanwhile, he's encouraging his friend to do the same! And being an 11 or 12yo boy like he is, he does it. Ugh. I rush outside as the second bird is airborn and scold them both <img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/felttip/biting.png" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":biting:" title="biting :biting:" data-shortname=":biting:" />, ordering them both out to the front of the house to wait for the boy's dad who's supposed to be there any minute to collect him.</p><p> </p><p>They go out, and about 10 minutes later, difficult child 1 comes running in to say difficult child 2 fell off his skateboard and knocked a big scab off his knee and now it's gushing. Great. easy child and I are supposed to be leaving now for a birthday party. So I usher difficult child 2 into the bathroom to assess the damage, patch him up, and head out the door. Yup. It's bleeding quite a bit and through his jeans. I give him a cold compress and have him lay on the couch, turn on the TV and holler to husband that it's his turn now and I'm leaving! <img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/emoticons/salute.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":salute:" title="salute :salute:" data-shortname=":salute:" /></p><p> </p><p>easy child and I get home at 11pm (it was a slumber party that she opted not to stay over night) and both difficult child's are up, but at least they'd taken their medications. husband is asleep. difficult child 2 is in the bathroom with a wet tissue on his knee again because he decided to remove the bandaid from earlier and it started to bleed again. Then he has to have a specific type of bandaid and is adamant about it. I can hear the anxiety in his voice. Fine, we fix the bandaid issue. I tell him to get to bed. But first he has to plug in a light in his room. Then he has to get a new lightbulb for the light. Then he has to put some old batteries in the battery jar (we recycle them). Then he has to... ENOUGH! Mom, can I please sleep on the couch tonight? FINE! LAY DOWN! <img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/emoticons/crazy2.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":crazy2:" title="crazy :crazy2:" data-shortname=":crazy2:" /></p><p> </p><p>difficult child 2: Mom, why in a cave does it echo?</p><p>Me: (Offering a quick and simple explanation) Now go to sleep.</p><p>difficult child 2: So if you... (more questions)</p><p>Me: SHHH! Go to SLEEP.</p><p>difficult child 2: Whispering to himself and then making soft whistling noises... then coughing.</p><p>Me: (Thinking to myself: I'm calling the psychiatrist TOMORROW).</p><p>difficult child 2: Mom, does coughing necessarily mean you're sick?</p><p>Me: No.</p><p>difficult child 2: What, I didn't hear you.</p><p>Me: NO.</p><p>difficult child 2: (More noises, babbling, soft whistling). Mom, so when you whisper, you're not vibrating anything so how can you still hear noise?</p><p>Me: (Whispering and trying not to scream) Your vocal chords are still vibrating when you whisper!</p><p>difficult child 2: (More whistling whispering noises)... Mom, I'm buzzing for talking (means his thoughts are racing... duh! Really?)</p><p>Me: Yeah, I can tell. Shhhh, go to sleep.</p><p> </p><p><img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/emoticons/talkhand.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":talkhand:" title="talkhand :talkhand:" data-shortname=":talkhand:" /></p><p>And husband wonders why I never go to bed when he does... just think of all the fun stuff I'd miss!</p><p> </p><p>Okay, it's midnight now, and he's finally snoring on the couch. Tomorrow oughtta be loads of fun!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="gcvmom, post: 252144, member: 3444"] difficult child 2 did okay today until just before it was time for his afternoon dose of Seroquel. I could just see that the evening dose was done because he was becoming more "busy" and starting to get wound up. About a half hour after the lunchtime dose, he was calmed down and looking forward to a friend coming over. The two rode outside on their skate boards for about an hour or so. Then came in to play a video game for about another hour. Then went outside to poke around the back yard and visit the chickens. By 4:00, that lunchtime dose was fizzling out. He was just zooming around the yard, talking to himself practically and trying to get his friend to help him dig. Just wanted to dig a hole. No reason. Just wanted to dig. Couldn't understand why his friend wasn't interested in a digging race. I went inside to check on something. Glanced out the window, and he's got a chicken in his hands and throws it up in the air as high as he can, laughing. The poor bird was frantically trying to get back down to earth without crashing. Meanwhile, he's encouraging his friend to do the same! And being an 11 or 12yo boy like he is, he does it. Ugh. I rush outside as the second bird is airborn and scold them both :biting:, ordering them both out to the front of the house to wait for the boy's dad who's supposed to be there any minute to collect him. They go out, and about 10 minutes later, difficult child 1 comes running in to say difficult child 2 fell off his skateboard and knocked a big scab off his knee and now it's gushing. Great. easy child and I are supposed to be leaving now for a birthday party. So I usher difficult child 2 into the bathroom to assess the damage, patch him up, and head out the door. Yup. It's bleeding quite a bit and through his jeans. I give him a cold compress and have him lay on the couch, turn on the TV and holler to husband that it's his turn now and I'm leaving! :salute: easy child and I get home at 11pm (it was a slumber party that she opted not to stay over night) and both difficult child's are up, but at least they'd taken their medications. husband is asleep. difficult child 2 is in the bathroom with a wet tissue on his knee again because he decided to remove the bandaid from earlier and it started to bleed again. Then he has to have a specific type of bandaid and is adamant about it. I can hear the anxiety in his voice. Fine, we fix the bandaid issue. I tell him to get to bed. But first he has to plug in a light in his room. Then he has to get a new lightbulb for the light. Then he has to put some old batteries in the battery jar (we recycle them). Then he has to... ENOUGH! Mom, can I please sleep on the couch tonight? FINE! LAY DOWN! :crazy2: difficult child 2: Mom, why in a cave does it echo? Me: (Offering a quick and simple explanation) Now go to sleep. difficult child 2: So if you... (more questions) Me: SHHH! Go to SLEEP. difficult child 2: Whispering to himself and then making soft whistling noises... then coughing. Me: (Thinking to myself: I'm calling the psychiatrist TOMORROW). difficult child 2: Mom, does coughing necessarily mean you're sick? Me: No. difficult child 2: What, I didn't hear you. Me: NO. difficult child 2: (More noises, babbling, soft whistling). Mom, so when you whisper, you're not vibrating anything so how can you still hear noise? Me: (Whispering and trying not to scream) Your vocal chords are still vibrating when you whisper! difficult child 2: (More whistling whispering noises)... Mom, I'm buzzing for talking (means his thoughts are racing... duh! Really?) Me: Yeah, I can tell. Shhhh, go to sleep. :talkhand: And husband wonders why I never go to bed when he does... just think of all the fun stuff I'd miss! Okay, it's midnight now, and he's finally snoring on the couch. Tomorrow oughtta be loads of fun! [/QUOTE]
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