• 31Jan

    I’m trying to keep my cool with him. I really, truly am. However, my child, that I love more than anything in existence, is testing me.

    I’ve recently started on Lexapro. I’ve been on it just over a week and the change… is… noticeable. Even my parents have commented that I seem much more level and happy and more myself than I have in a long time. This…. is a GREAT thing.

    However, I’m also able to view my child without the haze of depression and anxiety that has been floating around me for a long time.

    He’s got an explanation for EVERYTHING. When I correct him he HAS to give me the why of what he did. If I tell him “NO” he has to argue his side… incessantly.

    He is the king of drama, when none really exists.

    Today, he stole $21.00 off my dresser and then tried to lie to me about where he’d gotten it. What. The. FUCK?

    Where in the HELL did he learn THAT from?

    He’s currently grounded from everything except air, food and water for the rest of his life. No, seriously, he’s grounded from video games and TV for a week. What I WANTED to do was throttle him. Thank GOD for the new meds.

    I tried to talk to him about why he’s acting out so much. He says he just misses his dad. I can see that. I can buy that. It’s something I fret over daily. However, how much of it is truly that and how much of it is him playing on the fact that he KNOWS I worry about it….. and is playing on my sympathies and guilt. (Yes, he is quite capable of being that smart. God Help Me.)

    Help? Advice? Is there a better way to handle this?

  • 30Jan

    1. Kids want attention.
    2. It doesn’t matter WHO that attention is from.
    3. It doesn’t matter if it is negative or positive attention as long as it is focused on them.
    4. Kids will push every button you have at the SAME DAMN TIME in order to GET said attention.
    5. I am not equipped to deal with a prepubescent or pubescent child.
    6. I have the patience of a rabid pit bull being teased by a kitten on a string.
    7. Parenting is HARD… damnit.

  • 29Jan

    and my sense of humor is… warped. Heh.

    ”Hello, is this the Sheriff’s Office?”

    ”Yes What can I do for you?”

    ”I’m calling to report ’bout my neighbor Virgil Smith….He’s hidin’ marijuana inside his firewood! Don’t quite know how he gets it inside them logs, but he’s hidin’ it there.”

    ”Thank you very much for the call, sir.’

    The next day, the Sheriff’s Deputies descend on Virgil’s house. They search the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they bust open every piece of wood, but find no marijuana. They sneer at Virgil and leave. Shortly, the phone rings at Virgil’s house.

    ‘Hey, Virgil! This here’s Floyd….Did the Sheriff come?”

    ”Yeah!”

    ”Did they chop your firewood?”

    ”Yep!”

    ”Happy Birthday, buddy!”

    Rednecks… they are NOTHING if not… resourceful! (I can say it… I’m related to several!)