My day is starting out like hell… on the magic 666 day. Chris woke up with an attitude and Andrew woke up cranky. I put Andrew in his highchair for his breakfast, and I give Chris cereal in the livingroom on his tray. I come in my computer room for 10 minutes, and all I hear is dead silence from the livingroom… not usual for Chris. Andrew was pitching a fit because he ran out of apple juice in his cup.
So I walk out there and i’m yelling for Chris — with no answer. I yelled again, and I hear a faint what in the distance. He had taken his scooter and rode all the way down the street. Needless to say I flew out my front door and down the street and grabbed him by his arm and dragged him home. I do not let him play outside without me there (even though Southgate is ok, I still don’t trust anything)… not to mention he is definetly not allowed on his scooter without me there. He’s also not even allowed to ride his scooter past 3 houses, even when i’m there. So he heard it from me and got sent to his room.
My streak of staying home all day long has come to a quick end. I have to pick my sister up from Anderson and take her to Northpointe for her child development class at 1p.m. Then i’m going to lunch with my friend Julie at her fav. restaurant.. Mexican Gardens.
I’m getting ready to leave in a few for the Y.. my morning ritual. I don’t feel very good at the moment because I had some fruit that doesn’t agree with me. Hopefully I don’t pass out and die.
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Ok today has been like one of the worst days dealing with children in my parenthood. It started off bad, and now it’s ending bad. In between they were bad. Well, Andrew was ok… it’s Chris that is usually the culprit. I put them down for their nap a tad late today, about 4:00p.m., and lately Chris will sit there and try to play with his brother for an hour… so well they finally fell asleep around 5p.m. and I was not going to let them sleep longer because bedtime is between 8 & 9p.m. So we unfortunately decided to wake Chris up at 6p.m. He is the type that loves to sleep, and sleeps for up to 4 hours during a nap. So one hour into his sleep we wake him up and all hell breaks loose. He’s mean, nasty, smart mouthing (yes he’ll only be turning 4), and grumpy in general. So all the way until 7:30 he’s being bad in general, while i’m on the virge of blowing my top. Matt decides he wants Thai food for dinner. We drive all the way out to Dearborn to go to Bangkok 96, which is our favorite. We sit down and instantly Chris starts misbehaving. He got yelled at by an employee because he was beating their glass topped tables with a spoon. It took the employee to tell him to get him to stop, after I pleaded with him to stop. He does not listen to us anymore, only strangers! Then he proceeds to take the shrimp chips (styrofome-like chips) and dips them in our waters, then smashes them into the table. Next he sticks his hands into his pop to play with his ice. Then his spring roll comes and he eats most of it. When he’s done with that he takes my beautiful radish rose garnish and convinces himself it’s a bug that has to be destroyed and smashes it to pieces. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. What a day.
Not only that but I went to lunch with my friend Julie earlier in the day and his behavior was just the same. I’m a firm believer in whoopings and hot sauce treatments. I do carry around a bottle of tobasco sauce for when he gets mouthy. My grandma did it to me and it worked, and it wasn’t abuse, so I continue the trait. There is a point when too much is too much and over the top and I set my limits. When he does get hot sauce, it’s a matter of sticking my finger over the top of the bottle and getting less than a drop on my finger and just placing it on his lips or on his tongue. It’s enough to get his attention. My grandma used to literally stick the bottle in my mouth and shake it… I think that was a bit much, but I still lived!
His doctor does think he has some neurological issues because she tested him in her clinic with a few simple things. She asked him to sit in one spot while she held on to him for a second. Of course, he instantly wanted to move and bounce off the walls. He also drools a bit much for a 3 year old. Whenever he talks a stream of drool comes with it. She said it could be a combo of ADD and other things. I don’t believe in drugs, nor do I think he would ever voluntarily take them, so that is not our route. I can’t even get him to take meds when he is sick.
So our day ends with us defrosting our freezer in the basement. It builds up quite a bit of ice over time. While we were doing that (at 10:00p.m.) we heard Chris bouncing around upstairs. We put him to bed with a movie. He has a tv/dvd combo in his room. So at 10:45 when his movie ended, he demanded another one and when we firmly told him no, he got upset and did his usual exaggerated cry and woke his brother up… who is very hard to get to sleep in the first place. God i’m so frustrated!
Oh the stress of it all! God I hope Andrew is nothing like his brother!!