Words can't describe the level of hormones he's been hitting, or the amount of nerves of mine he's been on.
He's not sure what's more fun - pushing Xav's buttons... or pushing mine.
Him bored = my nightmare
I love him... but after I'm thru here I'm going to track down my Dobson book on "Bringing up Boys".
I would LOVE any advice I can get on how to deal with 13 year old boys. PLLEEASSSEE!!! Comments... emails... something!
This brief silence probably lasted for about 2.5 seconds... than the kicking, biting, arguing, bickering started up again...
But this is my fault.
I lost Xav's meds refills scripts.
I owe his pediatrician money, and we've moved out of the area. (I'm talking many many hours out of the area.).
So his anxiety, attention span issues are All. Over. The. Map.
And Austin knows it. And is playing against it to his full advantage.
Which just sets Xav off more.
I'm researching like mad anything natural that I can pick up OTC that will help while I try and get him a local doc (since I have to anyways for school) and/or *cross his fingers because I don't think they'll give me the script with having a back balance* get his old script mailed over while we wait to get the new stuff set up??
I never believed in ADD kids until I had one.
I never understood the reality of having a child that doesn't process things the way that others do until I had my own.
The quirks and behaviorisms kicked in at 1, and haven't stopped since.
You don't even realize how much you've adjusted to them until he hit about 5 or 6.
Now that he's 9 and been leveled out on his medications for about a year now, when he's been off of them for the past 2 weeks like he has - we NOTICE.
I left Butch in the car with the two of them for ten minutes and came back out to the culmination of four days of the boys home (they will hopefully be in their new schools by Thurs) and at each others throats 24x7 and the constant stomping up and down the stairs and running and loud had reached WW3 velocity. He yelled. A lot. Said things he didn't mean. He'd had enough. And he was tired of them treating him & I like a door mat. We spend 330 days a year with them. We spoil them and pamper them and love them. And love them. And love them some more. And yet we get the crap end of the stick with them. He told them he felt like leaving. And they broke down and cried. And he cried. And they hugged it out. And maybe an hour later it was like it never happened. And the attitudes and nitpicking started back up again. And it's now 9:30pm and they're in their separate beds & bedrooms (yay!!) and I'm finally getting a moment to catch up on my blogging in some peace and quiet.