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<blockquote data-quote="TerryJ2" data-source="post: 239085" data-attributes="member: 3419"><p><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: black">I had just hired someone to tutor difficult child at home, and play sports with-him. One-on-one. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Earlier today, difficult child called and asked me to pick him up early. I said yes. He said, "I love you, Mom." </span><span style="font-size: 12px">Of course, because he was getting his way.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite2" alt=";)" title="Wink ;)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=";)" /></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: black">I picked him up and told him that he needed to get off my cell phone so we could talk. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: black">He intended to go straight home and play on the computer. Of course. I told him I had taken the controls away for everything because he was up at 3 a.m. He said I hadn't told him he couldn't have it. huh? He went into our bedroom and snuck out the controller, and he knows that we take everything away at night so he will sleep. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: black">He said I was a liar and he had never promised not to get up in the middle of the night to play games. (I'm sure there's some detailed, fine-tuned Aspie clarity in there but I am not in the mood to find a needle in a haystack.) <img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/sick.png" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":sick:" title="sick :sick:" data-shortname=":sick:" /></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: black">Anyway, when I told him about the tutor, he really blew up. Got in my face and yelled "F*** you!" and "To H*ll with THAT! You can't control my life!"</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: black">(I can't? Last time I checked, I was your mother.)</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: black">Then he tried to goad me by saying that I never did anything as a kid and I didn't have a tutor so he didn't have to have one, and I never did sports or exercised, and blah blah, and I just ignored him.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: black">It was pretty funny. I never exercised? When I was in 5th gr, we had to walk to school (yup, I'm one of THOSE, "When I was your age, I walked in the freezing snow to school every day.") We played outside in the snow and it was a blast. We made forts, had <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">snowball fights, made angel wings, ice skated, and if we were indoors, played indoor sports in the tiny cafeteria. Then we walked home. And shoveled the snow. </span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The entire time, I was silent.</span> </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: black">Oh, and even the TV shows I watched were STUPID!!! He was SO mad!</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: black">He said I didn't know him at all, and the only thing I could know for certain was that he absolutely hated my guts.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: black">Alrighty, then.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: black">The guy I hired is someone I met through a mutual writing friend. He wanted a ghost writer for his memoir of growing up during the war in Zimbabwe. (It's fascinating but it's too political ... it should be more personal, since it's told from a child's point of view, and I'm adding lots of details about food, farm life, the British school system, Apartheid, even the fruit bats he was afraid of as a kid, and the sound of helicopters overhead every day when they were in a concentration camp school.) </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: black">They're downstairs right now at the DR table. This guy, L, can drive Chris to the YMCA and swim with-him, and even pick him up at school. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: black">This could be the emotional break I needed.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: black">When he was in HS after the war, they were forced at gunpoint to raise their fists in the air and chant slogans for Mugabe. He's not afraid of an ODD 12-yr-old. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: black">I'm sure difficult child will rage the min. he leaves, but at least he's learning something right now, and I'm getting a bit of time to myself.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: black">In an hr, I go to an open house for a nearby Catholic elementary school. difficult child is a square peg in a round hole at his current school and we want to move him.</span></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="TerryJ2, post: 239085, member: 3419"] [FONT=Century Gothic][SIZE=3][COLOR=black]I had just hired someone to tutor difficult child at home, and play sports with-him. One-on-one. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [COLOR=black][FONT=Century Gothic][SIZE=3]Earlier today, difficult child called and asked me to pick him up early. I said yes. He said, "I love you, Mom." [/SIZE][SIZE=3]Of course, because he was getting his way.[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR] :winking: [FONT=Century Gothic][SIZE=3][COLOR=black]I picked him up and told him that he needed to get off my cell phone so we could talk. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Century Gothic][SIZE=3][COLOR=black]He intended to go straight home and play on the computer. Of course. I told him I had taken the controls away for everything because he was up at 3 a.m. He said I hadn't told him he couldn't have it. huh? He went into our bedroom and snuck out the controller, and he knows that we take everything away at night so he will sleep. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Century Gothic][SIZE=3][COLOR=black]He said I was a liar and he had never promised not to get up in the middle of the night to play games. (I'm sure there's some detailed, fine-tuned Aspie clarity in there but I am not in the mood to find a needle in a haystack.) :sick:[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Century Gothic][SIZE=3][COLOR=black]Anyway, when I told him about the tutor, he really blew up. Got in my face and yelled "F*** you!" and "To H*ll with THAT! You can't control my life!"[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Century Gothic][SIZE=3][COLOR=black](I can't? Last time I checked, I was your mother.)[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Century Gothic][SIZE=3][COLOR=black]Then he tried to goad me by saying that I never did anything as a kid and I didn't have a tutor so he didn't have to have one, and I never did sports or exercised, and blah blah, and I just ignored him.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Century Gothic][SIZE=3][COLOR=black]It was pretty funny. I never exercised? When I was in 5th gr, we had to walk to school (yup, I'm one of THOSE, "When I was your age, I walked in the freezing snow to school every day.") We played outside in the snow and it was a blast. We made forts, had [FONT=Arial]snowball fights, made angel wings, ice skated, and if we were indoors, played indoor sports in the tiny cafeteria. Then we walked home. And shoveled the snow. [/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Arial]The entire time, I was silent.[/FONT] [/SIZE] [FONT=Century Gothic][SIZE=3][COLOR=black]Oh, and even the TV shows I watched were STUPID!!! He was SO mad![/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Century Gothic][SIZE=3][COLOR=black]He said I didn't know him at all, and the only thing I could know for certain was that he absolutely hated my guts.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Century Gothic][SIZE=3][COLOR=black]Alrighty, then.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Century Gothic][SIZE=3][COLOR=black]The guy I hired is someone I met through a mutual writing friend. He wanted a ghost writer for his memoir of growing up during the war in Zimbabwe. (It's fascinating but it's too political ... it should be more personal, since it's told from a child's point of view, and I'm adding lots of details about food, farm life, the British school system, Apartheid, even the fruit bats he was afraid of as a kid, and the sound of helicopters overhead every day when they were in a concentration camp school.) [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Century Gothic][SIZE=3][COLOR=black]They're downstairs right now at the DR table. This guy, L, can drive Chris to the YMCA and swim with-him, and even pick him up at school. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Century Gothic][SIZE=3][COLOR=black]This could be the emotional break I needed.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Century Gothic][SIZE=3][COLOR=black]When he was in HS after the war, they were forced at gunpoint to raise their fists in the air and chant slogans for Mugabe. He's not afraid of an ODD 12-yr-old. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Century Gothic][SIZE=3][COLOR=black]I'm sure difficult child will rage the min. he leaves, but at least he's learning something right now, and I'm getting a bit of time to myself.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Century Gothic][SIZE=3][COLOR=black]In an hr, I go to an open house for a nearby Catholic elementary school. difficult child is a square peg in a round hole at his current school and we want to move him.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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