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02 Jun 2015
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Graduation

Its just a few days away…Graduation.

A has been living with his father for the last few months. I wouldn’t let him have a hamster.

Honestly, I’m really ok with that. He’s working a lot of hours, finishing up high school, he still shows up for dinner if we invite him and still picks his brother up for a ride to school most mornings. He’s become the manager at the place he works now. He just got a raise. They’ve promised him 40 hours a week as soon as he graduates. These people are people A have known for years. They are another baseball family. Its been a good ‘in’ for him.

asshat and gf have decided to take a trip to Texas to visit gf’s sister. According to A, gf’s mother is “rich” and is paying for asshat and A’s ticket to go along. The issue is that A was selected to play in Shiner’s charity football game, and the training camp starts on a Sunday, and A wont be back from Texas until Monday. His plan is to drive back from “whatever airport we’re using” and go directly to the training camp. Nice how his father really takes A’s commitments so seriously, isn’t it?

A, of course, thinks this will be totally fine to show up a day and a half late to a week long training camp. Sure. Why not? My dad seems to think that its not that important, so why should I?

Its out of my hands – A will be 18 by the time this trip comes, so I don’t expect any email about any part of it to let me know.

Meanwhile, no one has heard anything from asshat regarding D wanting to visit. So, I guess that makes it all pretty clear. D hasn’t asked again, so does this mean we spend the next three years with our fingers crossed that their paths won’t cross? D won’t be attending A’s graduation. For his birthday present, D will be taking the lifeguard certification class the next two weekends at the Y. I’m not going to lie, this was a big relief. I can’t imagine how it would play out with D seeing his dad and the gf at graduation. I don’t think gf knows that D tried to get together with his dad. Would D want to say hello? Would asshat just ignore him? Would asshat act like he didn’t reject his own son being part of his life? I want to protect him from his father who just keeps making him feel like a worthless piece of shit and my only solution is to keep them apart…at least until he’s 18. Writing it out like that, it doesn’t seem particularly rational. But I guess I don’t know what else to do.

For me, I’m not looking forward to seeing asshat’s big fat face and his dumb, over dressed gf at MY SON’S graduation…but I can’t do much about it. He seems to think he has an equal stake in the person our child has become – when the reality is,  I did all the work. I’m the one who wrote a blank check for the lost sociology book this morning. I’m the one who threw him a graduation party last weekend. I’m the one who financed a car for him. I’m the address A writes on every thing. I’m the parent to contact for anything. I’m the one who would call the school for the missing back packs, the lost cell phones, the picking up after detentions. I’m the one proof reading his business plan for the food truck he wants to start. I’m the one he tells ALL about it, every time I see him. But sure, you should totally come to graduation for a child you contributed nothing but bitterness and bullshit to. It is a big audience for you to parade around in front of, acting like you belong there.

But. In the end, A is very excited about graduation. People are giving him money. He has marching practice this week. They get their caps and gowns today. He bought new dress shoes (with my money). He’s the reason husband and I will go and smile, clap and cry at the video montage of the baby pictures and senior pictures. I’ll get some pictures of him marching in, getting his diploma, and we’ll make our escape once it’s over.

Who knows, maybe asshat won’t even show up after all!

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04 Aug 2014
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Trash

There has been no contact between Asshat and I since the email exchange where he gave me dates for his trip to Europe. So, imagine my surprise when I got this email (from his old email address that he told me not to use anymore) this evening, with the subject line being “Trash”.

Trash

From: Asshat

To: Me

Today at 7:05 PM

You are some kind of piece of trailer park trash to tell A your going to give him only 125 for school clothes.   Maybe you should get your priorities straight and use some of the money you mooch off of me each week and put your child ahead of your own personal interests.   I know this is not the same thing as drugging up your own child cause you two can’t handle kids without a drink,  so please feel free this one time to pretend to be a responsible parent.  PS try letting him shop somewhere other than target or Wal-Mart too as I think he would prefer that. 

 

I’m not sure the projection could be any more evident if he labeled each sentence “this is projection”.

Not that it really matters, but I’ll just point out a few things:

  1. While it’s a rental, I live in a huge and beautiful house, not a trailer. Not in a trailer park. Also, unlike Asshat, we do have cold AND hot running water here.
  2. I budgeted $500.00 for each kid for back to school shopping. I only gave A $125.00 over the weekend so he could do a little shopping on his own while he is in Boston with his friend.
  3. ADHD meds are not “drugging up your kid” when they are serving the intended purpose of treating the ADHD symptoms so that your kid can actually function effectively.
  4. I only ever drank to deal with my abusive asshole husband, never to deal with my kids. Needless to say, I don’t drink anymore. Not even a little.
  5. The only time the kids buy clothes at Walmart is when they need an orange sweatshirt for tomorrow, or a dress shirt and a tie for the concert tonight. Walmart is awful and as a general rule, we avoid it at all costs. I do love Target though.
  6. I have not had any ‘personal interests’ that have come before my children’s interests for the last 17 years. A texted me tonight to say “dad doesn’t have any money to pitch in for school clothes”. So, if I wanted to know what it was like to put my own interests first, I could ask the asshole that just got back from a month in Europe and now has no money to buy any clothes for the kids.
Posted in abuse, adhd, bullying, child support, co-parenting, crazy making, Divorce, kids, medication, narcissism, parenting, school and tagged , , , ,
25 Jan 2013
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The X and the Kids

Things have been pretty quiet lately. Its been cold. With the wind chill, its been -15 to -30 most days and nights for the last week. We ran out of oil on Saturday night, but our delivery was scheduled for Tuesday. We went to walmart and got heaters for the kids rooms. We watched football on Sunday in the living room, everyone together. Husband brought our giant tv down stairs for the kids to play xbox and watch tv on. It was a really nice day. Oil was delivered Tuesday, we all made due and survived. 
Besides that A has mid-terms this week, and has done well on them so far…I suspect its because he’s actually been STUDYING! Imagine that! 

Yesterday after his morning midterms he asked me to pick him up and take him home early. Yeah, why not? When he got in the car he told me he’d gotten a 92 on his French midterm. This kid hates french. Hates the teacher. Does NONE of the work. But, he did study for 3 hours over the weekend. I guess it paid off! I was SO proud of him! His team also won their PE volleyball championship. In PE he is a bit of an over achiever. 

On the way home he asked me if I would pick him up after his first class the next day, as he only had one midterm, and it was first thing in the morning. I said “No way. This is your one free pass for the week.” 
He said “I’ll see if Dad wants to come get me.”
I said “And then do what with you?” 
“Take me to his house”
“Oh  right, then he could bring you back on Sunday. That’s a good idea.” 
“Right, or ride a bus back.”
“Well, maybe I could need to do something in Waterville on Sunday, I could maybe pick you up.”
“He was pretty adamant that I needed to ride the bus.”

So, here is the conversation that unfolded last night:

A

What are you doing tomorrow

Dad

same ol same ol why?

A

Just wonderin

Dad

whats up?

A

Any way you would be able to pick me up tomorrow after first block?

Dad

what for?

A

I only have one midterm and its 1st block

Dad

haha

A

And to come back with you until Sunday

Dad

thought you had to stay the whole day?

A

Threres no open campus and there’s classes but they’re not aloud to assign homework this whole week

Dad

hmm, bus?

down here that is

A

I have no way to get to one

Dad

and how come I never heard from Dom ?

buy a ticket – heck if you get one way I will drive back

Hello?

A

I thought you were going to call D, and what if I took the bus back and you just did the ride up there

Dad

I need to study tomorrow… falling behind as it is

A

Alright

Dad

I have 2-3 lectures to get through tomorrow

bout 3 hours each

A

Ok

Dad

just buy a ticket

I will pick you up in town

and bring you back

A

I don’t have a way to the bus station

Dad

wtf just walk the half mile

geez

when I was your age…

A

Um from The high school all the way to downtown bangor is more then a half mile

Dad

no it isnt bud

A

And its -20 tomorrow

Dad

just buy a ticket

call mary and have her take you then

and if it is too cold take the city bus from hannafords to the bus

bout a buck fitty

A

What are you doin next weekend

Dad

same shit different day, although I will prob need to prep for court too

just get a ticket and take the bus

give me a min

A

I don’t have money either. It’s fine, ill plan for a ride next Friday and it will be a round trip there and back

Dad

just get some from your mother

A

She isn’t getting me shit, she’s going to say if I want a way down there you have to pay

I’ll work something out for next weekend

Dad

call mary

A

Can we just try for next weekend?

Dad

maybe, need to get out of the house?

A

Just havnt seen you in a while

Dad

true story, been swamped bud. 10+ hr days kinda suck!

actually closer to 14

just ask your mother for bus fare

A

She’s not going to give me any

We just had to get oil

She’s going to say she doesn’t have Amy

Dad

doesnt hurt to ask

A

Any

I’ll ask in the am

Dad

seriously, man up

wuss

A

Asking people for money isn’t manning up but alright.

Dad

it is when you are asking a parent

but true story when you turn 18 – I will remember you said that lol

??

A

What?

Dad

you gonna ask?

A

Ya

Dad

well do it before I get off here will ya

A

Ya brb

She said no

That she has to get groceries

Dad

whatever… I say nothing right now 

A

Ok

Dad

there is one leaving from concord – 22.50 @ 3:30 and is only an hour long.

just in case

A

Well if I get money ill letchu know


Now, this was the first part of the conversation – A never asked me for money. I likely would have worked on making an arrangement for him to go down and see his dad, if that’s what he wanted to do. However, I think A is smart enough to understand that this is his Dad’s responsibility, not mine. Also, I actually just now mapquested walking directions from the HS to the Bus Station. Its 1 hour 36 minutes to walk 4.01 miles. It also is, as I mentioned previously, well below 0 outside. 

The second part of the conversation was about D. Here is some back story. At Christmas time, “Manny”  their grandmother, x’s mom, came over and brought them each a poster and a package of fake tattoos. My kids thanked her at the time, though I wasn’t there when she stopped by, they both said they did say thank you. When they showed me what they got, I said “Oh that was really nice of her!” remembering she hasn’t seen or even SPOKEN to either kid since LAST Christmas. Both kids said “Well, I guess its the thought that counts.” A has ZERO interest in the Hobbit…and fake tattoos? He’s 15, not 6. However, D really likes the whole LOTR, and was happy with the poster, but was pretty confused with the tattoos. A ended up actually giving D his poster and tattoos. I’m sure they both realized that their own grandmother really has NO idea who they are as people. Sigh. 

A few weeks ago D called me at work after school and said he was very lucky, that he had found a 50 dollar bill in the snowbank on our road. I took it from him when we got home and put it away. I never mentioned this to A. Over a week later A asked me if I’d found any money in the washing machine lately. I asked him how much he was missing. He said that the last time he’d seen his dad, he gave him two 50 dollar bills. One for each kid. But, A couldn’t find them. He thought that he’d put them in his pants, but now they were gone. I had D come into the kitchen, and I told him this, I asked him if 50 was all he’d found, explained that it was actually a gift from Dad, etc….D seemed confused, and A said that D could just keep that 50 and A would just be ok that he’d lost his 50. It was no big deal. A said, “If dad asks, make sure you tell him I gave you your money.” D agreed.
Weird. But, there was no argument, so I decided to leave it alone. 3 times since then, I’ve asked D to please at least send his Dad a “thank you” email for the money. He says “yeah….” but never does it. 

Here is the second part of the conversation from last night:

Dad

Tell D I expect a call from him tonight

I know he is still up

A

Um ok

He said “I’m busy”

But he’s on the computer

Dad

You tell him I really want a call from him tonight, like within the next 10 min

It is not ok for him to not even acknowledge that I gave him 50 for xmas

A

He keeps saying no

dad

or thank his manny for whatever she gave

A

and that hes busy

Dad

I will call – you answer and pass the phone to him please and thank you

ughh

A

If you call right now hell answer

Dad

just waiting for my phone to start up

A

Ok well he’s sitting right next to the phone

Dad

so is that a no now?

no answer

not cool

A

You didn’t call

Dad

rang 8 times

A

843-XXXX

Dad

yup

and again

A

No i never heard it ring

Dad

is right now

nothing, someone picked up and hung up

A

The ringtone was off

So i had to turn it on

Try again

Dad

he can call back

I just called twice

A

The phone didn’t even ring

Dad

hit redial

A

He keeps saying no to calling while he sits there on his laptop

Dad

whatever

cant make him want to

just disappointed, but whatever

it is what it is

alright bud, let me know how it turns out and I will talk to you later – sorry I am so busy, but I do keep fb on so message or call whenever and I will get right back to you ok

A

Alright

Dad

and don’t be a punk and skip out on the rest of your study halls – take it like a man… paper airplanes!

 

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26 Nov 2012
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Feeling overwhelmed.

I’m very frustrated. I’m feeling very overwhelmed. I wish I was better at managing it.

We drove 4 hours, stayed in a hotel with a pool, the boys swam and had a lovely time. The next day we drove an hour to my parents house for thanksgiving. It was great to see them. My mom really misses living closer to the boys…and it showed. She spoiled them rotten for the 24 hours we were there.

We got home on Friday, returned the rental car, picked up the dogs, etc…things were quiet and ok. It was really nice.

Saturday night one of the dogs bit D in the face. D was in his space. We have talked to him about this a MILLION times. I don’t know if its  his ADHD, but for some reason he just can’t seem to understand that dog isn’t like our other dog. You can’t get in his face. You can’t play rough with him. He’s still a puppy, he has a lot to still learn. Anyway, D is fine, no stitches required, thankfully. But, after having this dog for 8 months and having NO change in how D interacts with him, and seeing the dog actually getting WORSE when he deals with the kids, and not better…we need to give him a new home. I called an old friend to see if he’d be interested, he said he’d think about it. We’ll see.

I gathered all my court papers today to take to file, only to find out that A. the money I’d set aside for filing these papers has magically been eaten up by Christmas shopping and traveling. And B. The sheriff in SD sent me back the COPY of my motion to modify, not the notarized original. The notarized original was given to the ex.
I emailed them to find out what on earth I can do now, and of course, as you’d guess, I have to redo it. I have to redo it, get it notarized again, and send it again, to South Dakota. I have to hope that they can find him before his classes end and he ends up who knows where.  Seriously. This is just so frustrating.

And finally, I still haven’t gotten a report from the place I took D to be evaluated. The place that did all sorts of testing and told me that he has ADHD. The place that takes 3 months to write a damn report. Without that report, I can’t ask for a meeting with the school to figure out how to best help D. The work I’m doing with him at home to get all his work done, is just not sustainable. Its exhausting. I need the school’s help. But I can’t get it without that report. His first appointment was in August. His second appointment was at the beginning of  September. Its almost December. I called them again today to find out how much longer and was told “someone will get back to you.”

I am so frustrated. I feel like crying. Seriously. When does this get easier?

 

 

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20 Nov 2012
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How not to be a father 101

So, there is good news to come from this very awkward conversation between A and his father. Looks like I’ll have both boys for Christmas and Christmas eve this year. It also looks like he has no intention of being a normal adult, and will likely not live near enough to us for that to be much of an issue once his schooling is over with.

The down side of this is that A has been put in his place, yet again. He takes a backseat to dad’s need to seem important and have a “social life”. It also seems that he’s not really buying the whole bullshit story his dad has about the “fight” I’m going to give him if he wants to be more a part of A’s life.

Finally, it seems, all the consistency, love, boundaries, and respect that we give A and his brother is maybe playing a larger role in his life, as it is more and more in total contrast to how his father treats him and his brother. Its sad and I feel badly for A, but honestly, he needs to live through this crap to be able to move past it – rather than hanging onto it, hoping his dad will ever change.

Dad

evening bud, how goes thigns?

things?

A

goood, mellow, but good

Dad

mellow – dont do drugs!

A

is mellow a drug?

Dad

no but I have heard weed makes you very mellow and so… DONT DO DRUGS

you can be mellow when you are 80

🙂

A

i dont like weed

nassty shit

Dad

I don’t even want to know

hows school?

A

good

you

Dad

are you in Mass right now?

A

no sir

Dad

??

thought you were going?

Dad

no?

A

didnt have da money.

its ok though

more madden

and more time with the ladies

Dad

haha

yeah right

your not a player

lol

how is your brother doing?

A

you’re*

and hes good

the you’re* was to “your not a player”

Dad

and what happened with your latest girl? and no it is ‘your’

oh right

good call

So did you like Mass when you were there?

A

yes it was fun

Dad

Boston would be a fun town to live in or near

I think. Lots to do there

A

too much crime

Dad

nahh

A

yeah

Dad

There are good and bad parts to live in, just need to pick the right one!

A

when we were down there, there was a lot of burgleries in the 2 weeks i was there

Dad

Its not Maui though 😦

A

haha yeah brockton was pretty bad though

Dad

I bet

I only have 4 weeks to go! Woohoo!!!

hopefully I can just pass this last semester anyway

A

haha yeah

you not gunna be here for thanksgivin?

Dad

nope, not planning on celebrating any holidays for a while I think…

A

oh

lol

alright

Dad

thats alright though.

I have plenty to keep me busy anyway 🙂 And I will still try to get you boys something for Christmas too

maybe have to mail it to ya though

A

oh ok

Dad

I am just not interested in a big drama filled December ya know.

A

ya

Dad

It would be nice if I got to see you though – which is what I am shooting for, but I am not going to hold my breath

If I do come back I am going to need to figure out a better plan for pick up and drop off too

any suggestions?

A

end of the road or something

Dad

it needs to be a situation where I don’t have any contact with her at all though. Maybe a drop off at (uncle’s) or you go there after school or something

that might work

A

im usually at mikes after school

Dad

yeah but he lives in (neighboring town) right?

A

but if not than you would be able to pick me up from school

Dad

that might work, just got to figure out the drop off then.

A

where are you gunna stay like what town

Dad

I am sure the court is going to want to have the “exchange of goods” done in a place where there is some adult with you while you wait. I am not sure yet. I am leaning on Central or southern Maine though

it kinda sucks bud, but I dont want to live in that area anymore

I just don’t feel comfortable being there. It is not my home anymore.

A

well, if you’re not going to live in (a city in our district) than im not going to be able to have primary custody with you

Dad

She is not going to let that happen anyway, not without a fight… If she agrees right away than I can handle it for a while until you graduate, but I doubt she will.

A

or ill just say i was it that way

lol

Dad

well if you get her to agree to it than I will. The alternative is spending the next couple of years in court. By then you will have already graduated.

might just be better to set up shop in a location that you plan on going to college so you can get that instate tuition rate thing!

This sucks 😦

A

i dont know any of that yet

Dad

I know

A

hense why if you just set up for the next 2 and a half years it would probably be better

Dad

what do you mean?

??

A

im in high skool for another 2 1/2 years

Dad

right…

I really wish there was a perfect answer to this.

but it is somewhat complicated

realities

I really don’t want to buy another house in that area either, and renting just seems like a waste of money at this point…

A

rent (grandmothers old house)

Dad

fuck no – that is way to close to them!

If I rent anything it is going to be on the outskirts of (a town a few towns over) – most likely

I don’t want to even be in a situation where I am at the same store, on the same road or whatever…

A

you’re elle stupid

Dad

elle? I have no idea what that means – speak english

A

i was speaking french

Dad

still not english

lol

regardless, that is a non debatable term of me moving back into that area… take it or leave it because any contact with her will be a deal breaker… just saying

A

you’re still in love with her and i dont like it.

Dad

hahaha, omg bud, did you really just say that…

someday I will fill you in on some things…

but no, I can honestly assure you that that is not the case

I will be honest here bud, me moving back to that part of the state is really going to put a damper on my ‘social life’ and I would be given up quite a bit more than just the possiblity of contact with her dumb ass

A

ok

Dad

whatever dude… I don’t like it when you say shit like that and think it is true.

not cool

A

lol

i dont like it when you’re worried about your social life more than me.

Dad

never said that.

oh bud there is so much more to it than that. I am sorry that it sounded like that to you.

I need to be done with this conversation for the evening I think. I hope you have a good night. Love you and I do miss you… alot 🙂

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15 Oct 2012
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Counseling, weekend update – still waiting

 

I started seeing a counselor last week. However, once I spilled all the crap about the kind of person we’re dealing with in regards to the X, how it effects all of us, and how the house we live in is rented from him, etc. his advice was “move.” Really? We should just move? Wow, what a novel idea. Can’t imagine why I didn’t think of that before! When I explained why we’re not moving right now, (no money saved yet for down payment, shitty credit, wanting to keep D in the same district now that he’s having success, and NO rentals in the district, its buy or live elsewhere, etc.) The counselor told me, basically, that I have control issues and that I let the kids run my life. I don’t HAVE to keep them in the same district. Really? It was exhausting, trying to explain to someone why I do what I do – how its not that the kids control my life, but more that they are the main focus of my life, and I want them to be happy and successful. Not hating school is a big part of that. Taking their wants and needs into consideration when making a big decision like moving, to me, is important. Not that they’ll dictate, but I feel like they should be heard.

He suggested I email the X and demand that he fix the holes in the walls from A getting mad and punching the wall last winter. He said I should email him and demand that he fix the window D broke…it is, after all, just as much HIS responsibility as it is mine. When I said it wasn’t worth the fall out from that kind of exchange, he pointed out that I’m scared. Scared that he’ll lose his mind and steal my kids? Yes. Scared that he’ll show up here and set the house on fire while we sleep? Yes. I am scared at how unpredictable he is. After 2 years of divorcing this jackass, I have a pretty good handle on when and why contact is a good idea, and when its not.

My ‘homework’ was that I’m to assign the kids chores that they’ll do without pay and A is to do all his own laundry. I’m also to get interested in something so that the kids can see I have my own life. Honestly, the kids are not something I’m all that concerned about when it comes to my stress levels, other than them just being teenagers. Plus, chores was a big thing with their dad. If they did a chore wrong he made them do it again, and again, and again, never telling them how to do it right, only that its wrong. There was lots of hollering at them. If they cried, they got spanked. If they still cried, or still did it wrong, they got spanked again, and again. When he left, I stopped making my kids do chores. If I need help, I ask, and they do it. If they want money, they do chores to earn it. I don’t think this guy was understanding that it wasn’t a typical household, it wasn’t a typical divorce, and this is not typical co-parenting.

Anyway, the rule about counseling at our house is that you try it three times before you can quit…so I’ll go three times, and hope it gets better.

It was a cold and rainy weekend here – but I did get the stupid house we rent ship-shape for the coming winter. Broken window double sealed with plastic, registers all taken apart, cleaned, and put back together, doors sealed around the edges with foam stuff, etc. It was exhausting, and left me no time to work on the quilt I’m making for D for Christmas. Oh well. At least I won’t feel like I’m heating the outdoors this winter.

Meanwhile, I heard from the sheriff dept in SD and they said they’d received my paperwork last week and would be serving him as soon as they could. I am sick of waiting, but along with everything else, there isn’t anything I can really do about that.

I called my mom and made Thanksgiving plans with her – but I didn’t mention that this is the X’s holiday with the kids. Its likely he won’t show up, so I’m not going to think or worry about it.

I found out today when I ran my credit report that the X missed a payment on the home equity loan we still share, and its effecting my score. This makes me beyond mad. Not because of his irresponsibility, or because I’m doing far more than my fair share of kid-raisin’ with nothing from him. I’m mad because there is NOTHING I can do about this. Nothing. This loan, as per our divorce agreement is HIS responsibility. The bank refuses to take my name off of the loan unless he refinances it. Which, with no income, is impossible. So, I’m left here, tied to him in regards to a 10 thousand dollar line of credit that he’s constantly maxed out with no way to stop the way it affects my credit, and thereby my ability to, hopefully SOON, buy a house.

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26 Sep 2012
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The kids are all right

I have no idea how these ADHD meds are supposed to work, but after his first day yesterday, I’m breathing a sigh of relief.

  • He brought homework home.
  • He, unprompted, did that homework.
  • He brought the homework to me to see, and he actually DID the homework!
  • He took notes in math class and decided that math is actually not hard, but boring.
  • He turned in his late work for social studies.

If he’d done any ONE of these things, I’d have been thrilled. I hope this is the beginning of an amazing year of school for him!

 

Meanwhile, my other son has pissed some kids off with his drinking antics, and is paying the price. They’d like to beat him up. Of course. Isn’t that how we’d all like to deal with the people who make us mad? However, it seems that my son is more of an adult than I’d realized. He came to me last night and said he needed my help. He wanted to get to school extra early to be able to talk to the assistant principal about this mess. He refuses to fight (which is a change from last year!) and is looking for adult support. Yay! Also, I saw on his facebook, that he’s tried to talk to this kid, apologizing for his behavior, refusing to fight, suggesting they just move on, etc.  Yay! I feel so proud of him for trying to be diplomatic about this. For admitting his wrongs, for apologizing and for trying to make it right.

Granted, his poor choices got him in this mess to begin with, but Im very proud of how he’s handling himself.

Maybe I’m doing ok with this parenting gig after all…knock on wood.

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