Oldest One is currently in his room – angry as all hell – because I wouldn’t bend on a consequence he ‘earned’ as a result of being an asshole. I clearly stated my terms, he freaked out, and I imagine I won’t see him again for a few hours (’til dinner’s on the table).
When I expunged my soul to WNET, Hélène sent me this lovely YouTube link (can’t embed it, so you’ll have to go there) which totally – and I mean TOTALLY – sums up his behaviour.
For a true picture, though, you’ll have to re-watch the early part of the video again when the end comes, because he hasn’t fully shifted into teenage-hood yet (just lets out burst of it) and so he flips back and forth between the two.
My life is starting to feel like the Thunderdome: “Two [people] enter, one [person] leaves“.
The only good news? I’ve got 33 years of surly behaviour to draw on and he only has 11.
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… and this is why I never ever want children – EVER. I’m going to get neutered when I turn 25. Snipped. Byebye babymaschiene. Byebye ovulation. Byebye potential child of the future. BYE.
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Oh, you poor dear. I remember how awful I was as a teenager and feel for anyone who has to be on the receiving end of the “adolescent psychosis,” as my psychiatrist called it. Yes, at age 16, I had a psychiatrist. :) That’s what running away from home got me. Bless you for sticking with the consequences in a consistent manner. That’s the best gift you can give him…steady and stable and predictable consequences day in and day out. If you have the strength to stick to that, you rock.


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