DazedandConfused
Well-Known Member
It was one of those days. Actually, been having lots of "those days" around the Dazed house these days. It's been a while. I check the forum often, but most days just too exhausted to type, share, and support.
Constant fighting between between my difficult children. Constant yelling and physical fights. Constant arguing. Fighting over the dog, phone, and computer.
Constant resistance to any helpful guidance and parenting.
(yeah, I know, welcome to the world of difficult children)
I'm about to ring Son's skinny little neck with his big mouth and attitude. Nothing I do helps. Nothing. He just doesn't get it. He screams and yells (right now he's demanding to know where his book is. Yeah, like *I* would know).
Then today, Daughter loses it in our driveway. I guess some kids laughed at school when she hit her head the other day and they brought it up again. She hates her school, and frankly, after what she has been through there(it's a saga) I really don't blame her. But, she is trying to graduate early to get the heck out.
She has some girls threaten her and she felt one of her friends betrayed her by not standing up for her.
So, I pick her up from school (rushing from work, mind you) and she starts in about socking one of the girls that threatened her. I tell her that is not the way to deal with this and she goes off telling me she doesn't care what I say and what I do about it. She's pushing it and she knows it.
She and I were going to a WW meeting at my work and I was rushing to get us there. I decided to drop her off at home because I could tell she was going to be in a very bad mood and, honestly, I just wasn't in the mood to have her pop off in front of my co-workers and embarass me.
I also told her no phone calls while I was gone (we are having major phone issues. Like staying up in the wee hours talking on the phone). Daughter has a friend that she has a real love/hate/tons-of-drama relationship and I KNEW she was going to call her (she lives in another town) and just go on and on about these girls.
Well when I said "no phone" Daughter completely lost it. She began to block me when I tried to get back in the car and then started pushing me. She decided since she couldn't have the phone, she wanted to go to WW with me. Daughter commences to SCREAM and yell "I want to go"! and grabbing me. When manage to get back into the car (with her running to the car and try and get in before I lock the door) she screaming and yelling pUtting on a freak show for all the neighbors.
I manage to get in the car and lock the doors (I just wanted to get away!) she gets behind my car trying to block me in (all the while screaming). Then, when I begin to back out anyway, she tries to hang on to the side of the car. Then once I get into the street, she stands in front of the car trying to block me. I quickly put it into reverse and swerve around her and make my getaway.
Why? Why? Why? Does my life have to be this way?? I had a wacko for a Father and now my kids are wacko like him. I know I'm being harsh, but dang it all anyway! i AM A GOOD PARENT!
Testing, medications, and specialists. Meetings, plans, and therapy.
Whatever. My home and my life is like living in a sanitarium.
These kids better so get their acts together at 18 because if this type of nonsense happens then, their bags are packed-gone! I simply won't live my life ONE NANO SECOND this way any longer than I legally have to!
My santuary is my job and my new little dog who is the sweetest thing ever. She brings me such comfort and the closest thing I will EVER have to a easy child. I cling to those two things to help perserve what little sanity I have left.
Well, like Scarlett O Hara says: "Tomorrow is another day!"
(Oh, shut up, Scarlett!)
Constant fighting between between my difficult children. Constant yelling and physical fights. Constant arguing. Fighting over the dog, phone, and computer.
Constant resistance to any helpful guidance and parenting.
(yeah, I know, welcome to the world of difficult children)
I'm about to ring Son's skinny little neck with his big mouth and attitude. Nothing I do helps. Nothing. He just doesn't get it. He screams and yells (right now he's demanding to know where his book is. Yeah, like *I* would know).
Then today, Daughter loses it in our driveway. I guess some kids laughed at school when she hit her head the other day and they brought it up again. She hates her school, and frankly, after what she has been through there(it's a saga) I really don't blame her. But, she is trying to graduate early to get the heck out.
She has some girls threaten her and she felt one of her friends betrayed her by not standing up for her.
So, I pick her up from school (rushing from work, mind you) and she starts in about socking one of the girls that threatened her. I tell her that is not the way to deal with this and she goes off telling me she doesn't care what I say and what I do about it. She's pushing it and she knows it.
She and I were going to a WW meeting at my work and I was rushing to get us there. I decided to drop her off at home because I could tell she was going to be in a very bad mood and, honestly, I just wasn't in the mood to have her pop off in front of my co-workers and embarass me.
I also told her no phone calls while I was gone (we are having major phone issues. Like staying up in the wee hours talking on the phone). Daughter has a friend that she has a real love/hate/tons-of-drama relationship and I KNEW she was going to call her (she lives in another town) and just go on and on about these girls.
Well when I said "no phone" Daughter completely lost it. She began to block me when I tried to get back in the car and then started pushing me. She decided since she couldn't have the phone, she wanted to go to WW with me. Daughter commences to SCREAM and yell "I want to go"! and grabbing me. When manage to get back into the car (with her running to the car and try and get in before I lock the door) she screaming and yelling pUtting on a freak show for all the neighbors.
I manage to get in the car and lock the doors (I just wanted to get away!) she gets behind my car trying to block me in (all the while screaming). Then, when I begin to back out anyway, she tries to hang on to the side of the car. Then once I get into the street, she stands in front of the car trying to block me. I quickly put it into reverse and swerve around her and make my getaway.
Why? Why? Why? Does my life have to be this way?? I had a wacko for a Father and now my kids are wacko like him. I know I'm being harsh, but dang it all anyway! i AM A GOOD PARENT!
Testing, medications, and specialists. Meetings, plans, and therapy.
Whatever. My home and my life is like living in a sanitarium.
These kids better so get their acts together at 18 because if this type of nonsense happens then, their bags are packed-gone! I simply won't live my life ONE NANO SECOND this way any longer than I legally have to!
My santuary is my job and my new little dog who is the sweetest thing ever. She brings me such comfort and the closest thing I will EVER have to a easy child. I cling to those two things to help perserve what little sanity I have left.
Well, like Scarlett O Hara says: "Tomorrow is another day!"
(Oh, shut up, Scarlett!)