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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.

Why homework wears ME out

Me: Where’s your homework?
Him: I don’t know.
Me: Okay… where’s your backpack?
Him: I don’t know.
Me: Can we perhaps look for it?
Him: No, “Smallville” is on.
Me: click.
Him: Gosh!
Me: Once again, where’s your backpack?
Him: It’s still in the car.
Me: …
Him: Can I watch “Smallville” now?
Me: No, it’s time to do your homework. Go get your backpack.
Him: But I don’t know where it is!
Me: You just said it was in the car.
Him: Oh, yeah.
Me: Can you maybe go get it now?
Him: Okay.
(minutes pass)
Him: I found my backpack, but the dog got out when I came back inside.
Me: (go get dog)
Me: Okay, how are we doing on homework?
Him: Huh?
Me: Your homework. How are you doing on it?
Him: I can’t find it.
Me: Wasn’t it in your backpack? (dreading answer)
Him: No.
Me: Well, where is it?
Him: I took it out of my backpack. It’s probably still in the car.
Me: (must. control. fist. of. death.)
Him: (realizing his certain peril) I’ll go get it.
(minutes pass, I’m holding the dog by the collar the whole time)
Dog: Gah!
Him: Okay, here it is.
Me: Finally. Let’s read the directions.
Him: Answer the following problems. Color all the “even” answers to complete the puzzle. My teacher said we don’t have to color the answers.
Me: But that’s half the directions! 1) solve 2) color
Him: She said it was optional!
Me: Okay, look, it’s your grade. But if you don’t follow directions and get a bad grade, don’t blame me.
Him: Nice try at a guilt trip, dad.
Him: Hey, can I have some carrots? (jumps up)
Me: Can you start working the problems now?
Him: (munch munch) after I eat my carrots. Can I have some juice?
Me: AFTER you do some homework.
Him: OK. (does problems. Takes three minutes)
Me: Are you going to color the even ones?
Him: No, it’s optional. You never listen to me!
Me: …
Him: Hey, we have crayons! (jumps up)
Him: (colors happily)
Me: great, thanks. Now when is this due?
Him: It’s optional! Sheesh.
Dog: Gah!

Oh, yes, and that was just the first page. I’ll let you imagine the other ten.

Stuff

I’m at odds with myself over whether I need to post all the details of this weekend. I think perhaps my depression is trying to grab me again (shock! surprise!) and it’s whispering in my ear that nobody really wants to hear about stuff like this.

So, I’ll keep it short, mostly for the exercise of writing and seeing what happens, and y’all let me know if you need more info. Okay? Cool.

Lessee…

Friday I took off work early, we piled the van full of kids and luggage and other stuff, and we took off for the Dallas area.

After four hours trapped in the car, what could be better than taking the kids to a restaurant? I can’t think of anything, either. So we went.

We went to a place called Mudd’s, in Bartonville. Quit giggling, they used to be in Krum so this is a good thing. The wait staff all had shirts that said “Dig In” and “Why eat dirt when you can have Mudd?” and such. Very good eats. And the poor girl that waited on us? It was her second day. Since we met our outlaws there, there were a dozen of us (only four that are officially “adults”, though) and only one of her, and she still did a bang up job and near as I can tell did not quit or run screaming into the night.

Then we went back to their house and watched the kids run wild for a bit. My wife and I took the baby and drove to Super Target to get some last minute supplies. See, this “busy weekend” has baptisms (2) and birthdays (5, depending on how you count them) so we needed a few things.

Saturday morning we managed to get everyone ready and made it to the church on time. (”Church” in this case being a small facility that spread over about two time zones). The priest is the same one who married my wife and I nearly 20 years ago, only now he’s a Monsignor (on the outside. On the inside he’s still the guy we remember from high school) The baptism went great and I have exactly no pictures of it since we were so busy smiling and being happy and all that.

We went back to the in-laws and had lots of food and drink and laughing and even some swimming and caught up with folks that we haven’t seen since around Christmas (some of them) or Mothers Day (others). My mom’s birthday was Saturday, my son turns 5 on Monday so we celebrated that, my daughter turned 2 back in June, my niece just turned 8, my sister had a birthday in June, her new son we met for the first time, etc.

After the food and drink and swimming and more food we were kinda tired, and decided to stay the night.

Oops.

Well, we managed to overstay our welcome in a way that only a family with three ADHD and/or bi-polar children can. So Sunday morning we threw everything in the car and hit the road back home. At home there was laundry, and some errands to run, and some swimming, and dogs to pet, and cats to feed, and sleep to, erm, sleep.

And this morning we went and picked up my car at the shop and then back at work, making my list of things to get done this week so that the kids are ready to start school next Tuesday.

And if you’re still here? Thanks.

a day in the life

actual conversation, paraphrased since I wasn’t there:

Mom: Hi, you know that prescription you told us to try, that will help our son sleep at night?

Dr. DooRight: Yes, I gave you a very low dose so we didn’t knock the little guy out. Is he having a hard time waking up for school?

Mom: Well, he doesn’t sleep, it’s making him hyper. He’s bouncing off the walls.

Dr: That can’t be right. I’ve never seen that reaction in ten years of prescribing it. And I surely didn’t expect any side effects at such a low dose! This medicine is like an elephant tranquilizer.

Mom: …

Dr: Can you tell me what you mean by “bouncing?”

Mom: He sprints across the room and slams into the wall. Then does it the other direction. Over and over. When I asked him to stop, he did jumping jacks, cartwheels, and backflips, then bounced on the couch for a while like a trampoline. Before that he would repeatedly climb to the top bunk of his bed and jump off, striking poses on the way down. Did I mention repeatedly?

Dr: And what time did this happen?

Mom: from 8:00 until well past midnite. Non-stop. That would be Non. Stop.

Dr: …

Mom: Should we take him off the medicine?

Dr: Oh, definitely.

Just another day here at Case Studies “backward R” Us.

Wax on. Wax off.

Hi y’all, here’s an update of sorts. Or maybe just more information?

Thank you all for your comments and concern, I’ll try and fill in a little bit. It’s hard to write since every time I start I begin ranting or go off on a tangent and it turns to mush.

Let’s see:
This isn’t really a new situation, we’ve had issues of some sort or other for a long time. My son has decided that he is in charge at school and can participate, or not, depending on his mood. Naturally his teachers feel otherwise. This has led to conflicts in the past and we have tried a variety of techniques to work through it.

We thought things were improving. He has good days and bad days.

And for the record, that isn’t his picture below, that’s his little brother. I need to find a good one of him to match up with this story.

His teacher is awesome and the reason he didn’t blow up sooner. She has two or three grown children who faced similar issues (ADD, mostly) and has worked and worked to help him, but my son insists on testing the rules and limits to see what will happen.

Also, I did not manage to get drunk nor watch Snicket last night; sadly - I fell asleep. Maybe tonite?

It is a done deal, he has broken certain rules (he threw things when he got mad, one too many times) that require the school to put him at the alternative campus. Which isn’t as dire as I make it sound, it’ll basically him being in a cubicle doing his work while watched over. But no recess, art, PE, music, no seeing his friends. This close to the end of the school year I’m not sure he’ll be coming back to his classroom - he has to have ten consecutive days of “good behavior” (I don’t have the details yet, but I assume that means not throwing chairs around) to come back. We only have about four weeks of school left, and he can’t even start at the alternate school until Friday, so doing the math - if he’s great and never gets in trouble he’ll be able to return to his classroom for the last week or two of school. But one “bad” day resets the clock, and he has to get ten more consecutive good days. The odds are not in our favor.

As for me - and this is part of why it is hard to write / talk about - I don’t know that this is a bad thing. Bad as in devastating. Here’s what I see — he is very, very smart. Too smart sometimes. He is constantly testing to see what rules are, and what applies to him, and how to work any exceptions in his favor. This is at home as well as at school. When he wants to work he is great at it. He has a gift for language and can remember minute details when he wishes.

So what I see is that he has played the system all school year - he has been sent to the office for acting up before. He does his time there, and gets to go back to the classroom, and is good for a while (weeks, a month, whatever) and then something else happens. The things that happen are trivial but all have to do with control issues - a teacher asks him to sit down so they can continue class, and he’ll look her in the eye and say “no.” Defiant. Maybe it’s time he goes to a place where he can’t have the fun parts of school and just the work, where he has to follow the rules. I don’t know.

That sounds harsh, reading it, but it’s really hard to describe the situation unless you are here. Or him. He is such a sweet, smart child. But then he has another side, that can be mean as a snake, and that is what he is using right now.

Thanks, again, everyone for the comments and support. There’s nowhere else for me to go to share all this BS, so I’m glad you are listening. I’m sure there will be more to follow.

(oh, the title? At some point last night I woke up and wandered into the family room and The Karate Kid was on, right at the scene where he was polishing Mr. Miyagi’s cars)

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