Seriously I want to wring my sons neck Homer Simpson style!
I work in Mental Health, and I honestly feel like in this moment,
My residents are more mentally healthy than my son or I am.
I worked my butt off to get through school so I could get a job that would support us well.
I even landed that job really quickly after school which also has allowed me to be home every evening, and has allowed me the money and time to help my son participate in hockey and martial arts.
Yes my son had to make sacrifices along the road well. It's not easy being the child of a single mother/student/ casual employee, or the son of a single mom/ casual nurse.
We've been through shitty times, and had good ones on the way, and now we are in a good place. We have a good home, he's in a good school, in a peaceful and safe town, I have a. Good job where I can be home lots. Thing should be "good".
Should be.. But they are not.
Somehow in my quest not to raise my son like I was raised, and not to spank my child when he is disrespectful or rude I created and evil monster. One who completely ignores anyone else when they tell him to stop, even when it involves the other person and they are fed up. He just doesn't get it. Not for me, and not for anyone else. Well maybe school cause his teacher told me they have no issues at school, but at home we do! I am so sick of being treated like crap, and when I feel like that I feel like that's just part of life with kids, but I really don't want it to be.
I had already stopped Ash from playing video games today for behaviour issues, and he was worse today the ever. So I decided to pack up the xbox and the wii, and then the ds as he so coyly reminded me was in his room. They are hidden and will stay that way until 1 - I sell them or 2 - He starts being nice more often than rude.
I was boiling mad when I put him to bed, and then I found a nice cherry to stack on top of my lovely day of parenting hell:
He opened my Halloween Reese peanut butter cup I had in my night stand to eat, and took a bite out of it.
The days I regret not learning more about birth control before it was too late......