I was fighting with my son last night. I was so upset and depressed about it that I fell asleep at 7:30. I didn't work out and I totally missed Lost.
This was a problem that spilled over from Tuesday night, a problem which grounded my son from the phone that has been superglued to his ear the last 3 weeks.
He didn't learn his lesson. I warned him to keep his mouth shut, but Noooooooo. He had to keep at it. He had to call me a bitch. He had to insult me. He pushed me to the point of being grounded for a month. He made empty threat of calling his father to see if he could go live with him. Right, you think you are going to go live with a man who can't even handle weekend visits?
He pushed my buttons big time. He pushed me to the very edge where I just wanted to rip his face off. He pushed me so far that I am looking up wilderness camps and residential treatment for troubled teens online. He pushed me to the point of saying "Fine, you hate it hear so much? I'll give DSS a call in the morning and you can go live in a foster home".
I'm ready to pack his bags and throw him out the door. My son is not only ADHD he is ODD. Which means I say black - he says white and then he chases the chicken across the road.
I'm done. I can't take it anymore. Thank God he is staying at my parents tonight. Then I'll feel all guilty and things will chill for a bit while the cycle starts all over again.
I'll be dead by the time they get back from their 3 week Florida trip.