Today has been a rough one, even by my standards. It started this morning when we all overslept – past 9 AM. I decided not to awaken my oldest to give him his ADD medicine (now is where y’all can bitchslap me for having him on medicine in the first place)

We made it through the day with just minor frustrations and squabbles. We had no organized activities today – school is out for another week, Christmas is behind us, no sports – so we were hoping we’d glide through. We were hoping he’d eat for a change. We were hoping.

Since 6:00 tonite I have heard him cussing like a sailor, screaming bloody murder at me and everyone else (the baby, too), he has broken toys, kicked walls and doors, and threatened all kinds of mean, nasty things. I’ve tried to get him to eat, to talk, to focus on just me, nothing has worked.

The things he has said and done to us, had they happened to a sitter or a relative, are just intolerable.

So, yeah, happy holidays everyone. May your day be a little better than mine. No, I take that back, a lot better. Peace.