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flutterbee
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It was just an incredibly rough morning with difficult child. Meltdown city. Lasted for an hour and a half. Sobbing, screaming, stomping, slamming, sobbing, begging, pleading, sobbing, screaming. :faint:
easy child had an eye appointment at 9am. I drop difficult child at school around 8:35 and then was going to go straight to the eye appointment. easy child, being a typical typical teen, is horrible to wake up. He had taped a note to my bathroom door to not let him sleep past 10, so he had obviously forgotten about his appointment. So he was incredibly grouchy, crabby, yells. I can really relate to the Zits comic strip with him. They make me laugh so hard cause I swear they know my son.
So, on one side I have difficult child melting down and on the other I have easy child grumbling, moaning, yelling and complaining all the while trying to make sure easy child will be ready to go on time and trying to get difficult child to just do something.
I called the school to let them know that difficult child wasn't feeling well and they said it was movie day and difficult child said she doesn't like movies. (Since when?!!?) So the assistant principal said that difficult child could knit with her during the movie. difficult child yelled that she doesn't know how to knit. Hello...she's been wanting to learn how to knit and she and I were planning on signing up for a class. This would be a good opportunity for her to learn. Frustrating kid!
In the end, easy child wasn't ready on time. I had to almost drag difficult child out the door (she put her socks and shoes on in the car) and drop her at school then run back home and pick up easy child and race to the eye doctor. I must have had a momentary lapse of sanity when I scheduled his appointment at the time I did. What was I thinking??? :hammer:
Then I had to run to the store after the appointment and easy child was annoyed cause he didn't want to go the store. He said that everything I do annoys him. :grrr: I told him that he was certainly entitled to his opinion, but that I really hoped he didn't need anything from me this weekend (like running him around or letting friends over) because I wasn't feeling so inclined to do anything for him. Of course, then he said he was kidding. Told him nice try, kid, but I know you weren't.
I'm running away. Far, far, far away. Wanna come? :smile:
easy child had an eye appointment at 9am. I drop difficult child at school around 8:35 and then was going to go straight to the eye appointment. easy child, being a typical typical teen, is horrible to wake up. He had taped a note to my bathroom door to not let him sleep past 10, so he had obviously forgotten about his appointment. So he was incredibly grouchy, crabby, yells. I can really relate to the Zits comic strip with him. They make me laugh so hard cause I swear they know my son.
So, on one side I have difficult child melting down and on the other I have easy child grumbling, moaning, yelling and complaining all the while trying to make sure easy child will be ready to go on time and trying to get difficult child to just do something.
I called the school to let them know that difficult child wasn't feeling well and they said it was movie day and difficult child said she doesn't like movies. (Since when?!!?) So the assistant principal said that difficult child could knit with her during the movie. difficult child yelled that she doesn't know how to knit. Hello...she's been wanting to learn how to knit and she and I were planning on signing up for a class. This would be a good opportunity for her to learn. Frustrating kid!
In the end, easy child wasn't ready on time. I had to almost drag difficult child out the door (she put her socks and shoes on in the car) and drop her at school then run back home and pick up easy child and race to the eye doctor. I must have had a momentary lapse of sanity when I scheduled his appointment at the time I did. What was I thinking??? :hammer:
Then I had to run to the store after the appointment and easy child was annoyed cause he didn't want to go the store. He said that everything I do annoys him. :grrr: I told him that he was certainly entitled to his opinion, but that I really hoped he didn't need anything from me this weekend (like running him around or letting friends over) because I wasn't feeling so inclined to do anything for him. Of course, then he said he was kidding. Told him nice try, kid, but I know you weren't.
I'm running away. Far, far, far away. Wanna come? :smile:
