Ok....so Alex did get up promptly Sat AM and take his meds and started on his work. He divided it into some he could do Friday, some Sat and the rest Sunday. He was done about noon with his work...and per his grounding, spent the rest of the day on the couch with me. He helped me do some dishes..then his younger brothers and one of their friends agreed to play Dungeons and Dragons with him. We almost had a meltdown because they weren't playing it perfectly...but he self corrected and realized that he couldn't scream if he wanted them to keep playing with him. When they were done, they asked him to go outside and play kickball with them. He decided he would (I think as much to get away from being stuck in the living room than because of a sense of "trade"). I let him go upstairs finally about 8:00. He woke up Sunday am and was given the choice to help with some family chores or do his missing Psychology assignments.
(Remember....at the end of the semester we found out that he threw away all of his notes for Psychology from the first semester....because he didn't want to remember D's. That sounds great but he failed to realize it is a YEAR LONG class and AP with both an AP exam and an end of course exam in May!)
He printed out all the back Psych study guides and proceeded to do half of them while focused...until about 2:30. He sat at the table and played a solitaire game of D and D...how I don't know...and announced at 5:30 he was going to bed. I said nope...so he sat and pouted until 9:00 when I finally let him go upstairs. His room is trashed again....I don't know how since he isn't ever in it!
On the positive side...he did two loads of laundry Sunday! (New Years rule....if you want clean clothes you have to do them yourself!)
OK...so I am now ready to KILL my child! I spend all day dealing with kids...some sick, some crying, some behavior issues. While I am typing this...a kid is screaming in the background and another mom is letting her baby play with everything on the nurses station...the last thing I want to deal with when I get home is arguing over homework and meltdowns, being told what to do by my middle kid (yes we are in counseling and no I don't do what he says), trying to help the youngest if he needs something...and all the while arguing with SD over what is AS and what is laziness, what is disrespectful and what is me not demanding respect, what is whiney cry baby and what is sensitive and easy to upset...basically....what is our fault and what is just the way the kids are...
Some days I feel like it is all my fault because I screwed something up with all three of them...and some days I feel like it is because I am such a great mother that the AS kid, the bully, and the manipulative cry baby are all turning out to be decent human beings....I hope!
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