Both of them have their own way of bringing out the best within me...
Eeyore is my sensitive teenager...He reminds me more of myself as the years pass.
Tigger - God bless him...I am convinced he was put here just to teach me patience.
Because I only have Tigger at the moment, I thought (why I don't know) it would be just a little easier...
IT ISN'T!
That child whom I carried for 9 months, gave birth to and ruptured an artery for doesn't like me...
I am convinced of it...
Let me take you through a typical morning/evening routine and I will say right now Thank God for school!
I usually get up about 5am so I can do my own thing before Tigger gets up...
Because a friend of mine has shown me how to finally get more productive sleep, I haven't been getting out of bed before 7am...
So do the math - I am running 2 hours behind each and everyday...
I need those 2 hours to function however I need my sleep more before my mind cracks beyond repair.
So because I am running behind, mornings are a bit frantic...
We leave at 8:20 every morning and we have been for the past 2 years - This isn't something new (I have to make sure you understand that before I continue).
Tig is up by about 7:15am ready to start the day - Right then and there...
He is the type of child who has to eat the minute his feet hit the floor...
Being the semi good Mom that I am, I make him eat oatmeal every morning because it is healthy and he doesn't like cereal or eggs...Some days he will eat a fruit bar (or 3 as he did this am) or some yogurt...
When breakfast is over, he has to get dressed, shoes, hair and teeth...
In the meantime I am making beds, lunch, my hair, make-up, getting dressed etc...
So he eats - The second he is done, BAM - He turns into one of those creatures you shouldn't feed after midnight.
Every single thing he has to do in the morning IS. A. FIGHT.
He no longer knows how to dress himself...He can't brush his teeth...He can't put his dirty clothes in the laundry hamper...He can't (with help) make the bed...He can't pack his backpack...He can't even carry the backpack 30 feet to the car.
He wants to watch TV or play on the computer or climb on the counters or run around outside in his underwear or scream at the top of his lungs for no apparent reason other then the fact that he is bonkers.
By about 7:45 I am almost a raging maniac & he is one step away from being certifiably insane...
I get up every morning with the same intention - Today will be a better day and by the time I leave the house, I am frazzled and if I was a drinker, I would be hitting the nearest bar.
In the car - No it isn't better because either Tig or the Monster Princess (my niece) has to ask the driver (usually me) no less then 67,000 times how fast we are going - M.P. is a stickler for doing the speed limit - I am not ever. Neither one of them knows what an inside voice is - They seem to SCREAM everything at people...
They both need a serious volume control adjustment.
For the most part this behavior isn't carried over to school - He reserves it for when I am around - Until yesterday when he got a "red"! (His class follows the "stoplight system" - Green, not a psycho - Yellow, crossing into craziness - Red, full on lost your damn mind to even think of acting like this in public).
What was the "red" for?
He kicked his shoe across the lunchroom hoping to knock a corn dog out of his friends' hand.
Bedtime is 8pm...
I get off work about 6pm and get home about 6:30 (Thursdays I am home by 5pm)...
When I get home 98% of the time he has been fed, showers are done and homework is done...The other 2% of the time, I do these things...Showers and homework - Invented by Satan himself...And if I have to do both of these things in the same night ever again, just hand the blade over right now.
Last night it was one page of homework - He had to rewrite 4 sentences correctly - It took us 45 MINUTES just to sit down and start...
He needed a drink, then he broke the lead on the pencil 4 times, then of course his bladder kicked in, then the dog had to be let out as well as let back in, his pants weren't comfy, his feet were cold...
I reached the point where I was in the garage looking for duct tape in order to keep him seated and then Finally the stars aligned, the planets are in harmony with one another and we can begin...
I explain to him what needs to be done, make sure he fully understands and walk into the kitchen in search of something to calm my nerves...
He starts writing...Now mind you, the space given to write in isn't that big...The first 2 words of the sentence were written so big it took up the whole space and he then turns his paper sideways and proceeds to finish the sentence...
You have got to be kidding me - When was he ever told in his life this was acceptable?
So what happens - I have to erase all of it so he can start over which leads to a meltdown of EPIC proportions...
He throws the pencil and shakes his little fist to the sky raging at Zeus himself about how UNFAIR his life is because he has to redo the sentence he should have done correctly to begin with.
It took us almost 2 hours from start to finish what should have taken maybe 15 minutes max...
There has got to be a smoother way to get through the mornings and evenings. Once it is time to go to sleep, he is a bargaining machine...
Always trying to get 5 more minutes...
In bed at 8 means he is maybe on a good night asleep by 9...
I never remember Eeyore being this willfull...
Why in the world does this child of mine have to argue at the drop of a hat? He still curses like a sailor, he is destructive, he is mean and hateful at times...
At other times he is sweet and loving and kind...
How can I keep that portion of him and drive the other portion away?
I am open to any suggestions right now...
He is seeing a child psychologist, he has a mentor who comes to his school every Friday, I try to spend every waking moment that I can with him and nothing seems to be working...
Last night before bed, he was semi-calm and stood up in the bed to hug me (or so I thought because I should know better by now), he crouched down, let out a weird noise, lifted his leg and proceeded to plant a "sweet chin music" right into my jaw...
He is damn lucky I didn't "tombstone" him right into slumber.
As a side note - After last night he is no longer allowed to ever watch wrestling again!
CHRISTINA AGUILERA
I See Every Lesson So Clearly
I See Every Lesson So Clearly
I Thank God For What I Got From Above
I Believe They Can Take Anything From Me
But They Can't Succeed From Taking My Inner Peace
