It's been a while.
Nothing much has really changed at home.
My trip was lovely. Derick lost Jacob at a Halloween festival and that was a bit stressful. I mean, thanks for letting me know, but what is it you want me to do for you four hours away? He found his very favorite teacher and she kept him for a while, listened to his unmedicated rants, and then brought him home. She was happy to do it because she is THAT awesome of a teacher but, wow, I am pretty embarrassed. Still.
I FINALLY got the 504 coordinator to get back to me. I was passed around like a hot potato for weeks and, what do you know?, as soon as I let them know I had a degree in special education they were very accommodating.
We had our meeting Friday.
Because he has a disability he is entitled to the 504.
They are making no accommodations at this time.
Some of his teachers were there. They were shocked when I told them what goes on at home. One of them said, "Well, I guess you can be happy he doesn't act like that here." Um. No. Not so much. If he can be pleasant and hard-working and helpful at school, I want that here at home. None of those women birthed him. Why all the disrespect for the people who have made his life possible.
We are still on the contract and now all kids are required to choose from a list of chores to earn minutes for Wii/Kindle/DS play. That went very well the first week and a half. Elizabeth has stockpiled six hours and twenty minutes of time. Adam worked like a dog for a while and then he decided playing outside was a better option (I agree). Jacob complains and complains and complains. Anyway, Derick let him take the Kindle to Boy Scouts (that's new, will explain later) because all the boys take their
games! And then the next day I asked for it back (because NO ONE is allowed to have electronics before school) and he said he'd lost it. I immediately figured this was a ruse because he obsesses, part of his issue. If he had lost that thing, he'd have been pacing the floor all night long but Derick was like, oh, okay. And I was like, please go up and check, which he did and didn't see it. Of course. And then Derick is making plans later that evening to go back to the Boy Scout church and look for it and he just shrugged and could care less and I told Derick, um, he is playing you.
The next morning I got up pretty early and noticed his light was on. Hmmmm……I mean, it was really early, you know, that damn elf. I am a 4 am riser during the month of December. Anyway, I walk so very quietly up the stairs and push the door open and, sure enough, there he was spread out on the floor playing that Kindle. I just walked right over, unplugged it, and took it off the floor where he'd dropped it and ran saying, "I just found it right here, Dad must have put it there" Yeah.
Well, Dr. Amen talks about how much ADHD kids desire the argument. It actually calms that part of the brain affected by the lack of whatever chemical that is he lacks. I did not say another word to him until ten minutes later I explained he had three minutes to get dressed, find shoes, and walk his ass to school or I was calling the police.
And I meant it.
My goodness what he destroyed and the names he called me and his siblings in ten minutes.
This was the worst fit yet.
Not as long lasting as others, but he was crazed.
As he was leaving I told him he was not to come back to my house that I was not taking abuse from a thirteen year old child.
When we got home around 5 he was at the park across the street.
I did not let him in.
It got dark.
My friend Rosemary called me said he was at her house. I explained how we got there and she insisted on keeping him for the night.
She kept him for two.
Of course, she said he was wonderful and well-behaved for her.
He was okay the rest of the weekend. He is still mad that the Kindle has been indefinitely removed from his possession because of his lying. He lets us know pretty often how unfair we are. We tune him out much of the time.
A week more of school and then he is home for two weeks.
I really don't want him here. That is awful, but I don't.
I don't want the police here either, but anything is possible. It's just a matter of time before we get to that point.
I hate ADHD. Wish it would go away. It's not welcome here anymore.
Day One Hundred Eighty-Eight
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