Gosh - It's been a while since I've posted a story here.. EP is mostly my escape from this group. I've had a perfectly good weekend.. Woke early today.. good coffee.. good conversations. I was taking a glorious nap not long ago only to be awoken by the torrant screams of my 12 y/o son.. OMG - did he cut his hand off? What happened? As I jumped out of bed, I found he was having problems getting his computer to charge back up. The charger connection was not connecting. Mind you, we just spend about $300 dollars to have this fixed from the last time. When he's frustrated, he jams the damn thing in with the full force of his hands.. well of course it's broke again.. DS was in full meltdown mode again. Screaming, crying, stomping yelling.. at this age now he's also starting to get physical with me at well.
The house is is full of little reminders of these escapades.. Two of our bedroom door jams are completely torn out of the walls. We have several walls which have huge holes kicked in and the pantry door is simply hanging by a thread.. It's a lovely existance.... Of course he feels better now that HE'S settled down.. and Oh So Sorry!.... Next thing he'll be laughing his head off watching Sponge Bob Square pants wondering why the heck I'm so grumpy... Gotta Love the Kid.. No Seriously - I HAVE TO LOVE HIM.. He's my son.. (see my poem - Fallen Child if you doubt that I care).
p.s. -- PLEASE.. No parenting advise.. We've heard it all.. done it all and got the gosh darn tee shirt... All will be worked out thru God's help and our very expensive therapist team...
Just needed to unload..