Ok, so I understand that being a mom can be a pretty tough job. You're the good guy and the bad guy every single day. It's great that I get to make the majority of the decisions in the house, but really, most days, I'd rather pass.
Today was not a stellar day. The morning started with blue skies and singing birds... ok, maybe a bit dramatic, but all was well with Son, my early riser. There were cartoons coupled with the morning nebulizer treatment. Daughter awoke and joined us. Breakfast was simply uneventful. Now enter homework.
Now, I realize that some of you are wondering what homework is doing in the morning hours. Yes, I had not had enough coffee yet to help with complex algebra but luckily I have two first graders and I know how to spell 'sing' without a lot of effort. Also as an early riser Son prefers homework in the morning.
Anyway, enter homework and Son. Within 15 minutes we have escalated from 'where are the pencils' to screaming 'my teacher said I didn't have to do this line'. I cave to the screams. Don't do the line, just do the rest. Not good enough. My son has become 'stuck'. No level of agreement will convince him to move forward with homework, to skip homework, to get dressed. Nothing. It is my fault. I have done this to him. I am a terrible mother.
Really, I'm unsure why there is a ban on alcohol at 8:00am.
Progress another 15 minutes and Son is throwing things at the walls and threatening. If you have never been in this situation, thank your lucky stars and run far from this blog. This is not a flowers and sunshine blog, this is a blog of our life. The good, the bad and the very, very bad.
Back to throwing... I've called our therapist for help while my son destroys my bedroom. Pillows can be kicked and thrown. It simply isn't important. After speaking to Son, Therapist says 'he's not out of control, dress him and take him to school'. This may sound like harsh advice, but Therapist is right and I recognize the ring of truth in her words.
Screaming all the way, I walk my son the 3 blocks to school and hand him over to the teacher who is ready for this. I walk away.
My day has begun.
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