gcvmom
Here we go again!
difficult child 1 clearly behaves as if I am.
I put the cord lock back on his TV last weekend because of his beligerence towards pretty much the whole family. He was mouthy and swearing and slamming things. He was extremely irritable and the smallest things would set him off into an explosive rant. I emailed the psychiatrist asking for help, but we haven't gotten anything concrete yet.
Tonight I went in to check on his homework progress since he'd told his dad he finished everything, and I've learned not to believe the first thing out of his mouth because it's usually just what he thinks you want to hear instead of the truth.
Sure enough the homework was NOT finished. AND. AND... THE TV WAS ON!!! I asked him how he was able to plug it in, and he confessed to having taken a screwdriver to the plug lock and prying it off. He broke the plastic housing to it. I am so mad I could spit. I am so mad, I told him not only does he owe me the money to replace the lock (he's still working off his 1-800-Hoochie Girl Talk debt) but the TV is coming out of the room. Period. I told husband to get it out of there NOW.
It's so sad because the past two days he was doing really well, his mood seemed better, he was not shutting down when he needed help with his homework, he was polite to everyone at home...
I think he's depressed. Especially when he tells me that being on the lacrosse team is the only thing that gets him through the school day. Ugh.
Now he's moping around and pouting and he closed his door really hard. It's after 9. He's not finished with homework. I just don't know what to do with him. I sure hope the psychiatrist gets a better idea of what to do. And soon. I hate this.
I put the cord lock back on his TV last weekend because of his beligerence towards pretty much the whole family. He was mouthy and swearing and slamming things. He was extremely irritable and the smallest things would set him off into an explosive rant. I emailed the psychiatrist asking for help, but we haven't gotten anything concrete yet.
Tonight I went in to check on his homework progress since he'd told his dad he finished everything, and I've learned not to believe the first thing out of his mouth because it's usually just what he thinks you want to hear instead of the truth.
Sure enough the homework was NOT finished. AND. AND... THE TV WAS ON!!! I asked him how he was able to plug it in, and he confessed to having taken a screwdriver to the plug lock and prying it off. He broke the plastic housing to it. I am so mad I could spit. I am so mad, I told him not only does he owe me the money to replace the lock (he's still working off his 1-800-Hoochie Girl Talk debt) but the TV is coming out of the room. Period. I told husband to get it out of there NOW.
It's so sad because the past two days he was doing really well, his mood seemed better, he was not shutting down when he needed help with his homework, he was polite to everyone at home...
I think he's depressed. Especially when he tells me that being on the lacrosse team is the only thing that gets him through the school day. Ugh.
Now he's moping around and pouting and he closed his door really hard. It's after 9. He's not finished with homework. I just don't know what to do with him. I sure hope the psychiatrist gets a better idea of what to do. And soon. I hate this.