Last night wasn’t really a change. More denial of his need to study/do homework. “Can you just stop talking?” he asked. “No, because we don’t think you realize the hole you’re digging for yourself.” … Bottom line, we managed to (finally) … Continue reading
Later in the day, I got a text message from M’s teacher. “This is what I’m dealing with today. <picture of M with his head down on his desk>. Says he’s tired and doesn’t feel good. Has a bad headache. … Continue reading
Yesterday, while I was at work, M was driving T crazy. He started by explaining (lying) that his choir teacher didn’t want him there for the concert. “I got in trouble today. She said I can write a paper, instead.” … Continue reading
Yesterday, the fights began. Fights over clothes. Fights over skating. Fights (and lying) over singing in the choir concert which was half his grade. Fights over dinner. Fights over dirty pants. Fights over control of his wardrobe. Bedtime. Homework. Making … Continue reading
There’s been a lot of crappy news out of my hometown in the last couple weeks, and it’s not about the seemingly dozens of my parents’ generation dying off, but it may be even worse for future generations. I’ve written … Continue reading
Not a bad week, but a week. Not so good at keeping up. Lots going on at work, and my turn to cook, so limited time at home. Meetings meetings meetings. Followups on schools. Followups on counseling (gotta remember to … Continue reading
Well, we made it to Friday. M’s grades are down (WAY down). His attitude toward school is sucking. He “forgot” about helping T with cleanup Wednesday after school, so we spent the better part of 2 hours trying to track him … Continue reading
Yesterday wasn’t really half bad. I pulled M out of school for a psychiatry appointment, and we met T at the doctor’s office. M wanted food, and REALLY didn’t want to go back to school (detention). I told him to … Continue reading
I decided to start blogging again. It’s rough to get everything out on Twitter (140 characters) and there are things I can’t really talk about on Facebook. I’m an adopted dad of a 14 year old ADHD/ODD/PTSD/Mood Disorder boy with … Continue reading
Well, I’m back. Might put more here soon. Maybe. There’s a lot to say, and a lot to backfill. Mostly I need to just throw things here for reflection.
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