Thank you to everybody who responded so kindly to my last whine party. Mike finally went off to jail on Thursday for 270 days with credit for 25 days served, meaning he'll be out in about 245 days. Warren seems to be doing mostly okay with this, though he did have a bad ending to an otherwise great day on Thursday. He says they are lying, but I just can't see a teacher lying about something like that (he was supposedly making faces at another classroom while on his way to his locker to get his stuff), but I usually also can tell when Warren is lying. Thing is, though if Warren could just talk about it, with out getting angry and swearing he still would have had a great day. Instead he made it worse. He is getting better at taking consequences, but when asked to talk about it, he just shuts down and all that comes out is anger.

Several comments mentioned therapy. Warren does have a councilor that he see's quite regularly, Dr. W. He is great with Warren, and one of the few people that Warren will open up to. Unfortunately my BC/BS plan limits the number of visits per year, so I try to get in as many as I can, but I also have to space them out so I can make sure not to run out before the year is over. He also see's a Pdoc (that's the one with the MD and the ability to prescribe -for those not familiar with the term), who has him on Geodon currently. It helps him sleep at night, and I noticed his appetite is much less with it (though being 12 he still eats like a human garbage disposal, though if I grew 5 inchces in 12 months I'd be hungry too). I just have to make sure I give it too him early in the evening so he falls asleep at a decent hour and can get up in the am.

In other ways he is acting like a normal, hormonally challanged adolescent. This weekend I asked him to please pick up the living room and do the few dishes that were in the sink (I'm talking 10 minutes work tops). I talked to him on the phone and reminded him. I get home and not only are the dishes still in the sink, but there are more dishes up in my room (I don't mind him watching tv there, the cable in the living room isn't working..long story) including a Coco Pebbles bowl of chocolate milk that had been out who knows how long, and at the bottom of the steps a lovely multi color confetti of Fruity Pebbles (perhaps he invited Bamm Bamm over for a party!?!). When asked about it, he rolls his eyes at me and says "I'll do it later mom". Though he did appologize for the mess, and in his defense after Thursday's incident, he later came to me and said "Thanks mom for comming to get me, and taking me home after. A lot of parents would have just let their kids be taken away to foster homes or something"

Homework is a nightly battle. His teacher prefers not to send home homework if possible, however Warren works so slow that he usually doesn't get it done in the time given, while the other kids do. (they all have special needs of some kind or other also). So he feels dumber and than is mad he has work. Trying to get him to get it done, has turned into a nightly combination of WWF meets Let's Make a Deal", with continous flow from the excuse factory, and episodes of Distraction Theatre. The child has a very high IQ, but his brain is wired such that it is very hard for him to actually show anyone, except thru talking to them, or building something. (Did I mention he connected LED lights to the speaker to blink to the music). It figures he would take after his father in the talent department. (Mike has great skills and talents, if he would only grow up and use them).

He also has my mouth. My mother's curse worked. I was a mouthy brat when I was his age, and I have now been cursed with a kid who talks to me the same way. Suddenly I know nothing, and everything I try to explain is wrong, or else I'm accused of saying the same thing too many times, or not having a clue, or worse, at 36 he thinks I'm old.

Today is my productive day. The dishes are all done, I have blankets in the wash, whites in the drier and my sheets hanging out on the line, because I love the fresh smell of sheets that have been out in the sun, with a lovely breeze. I plan to hang the blankets out also. I still need to mop my bathroom and kitchen, but I have 0 motivation.

Heck I might even light the grill for tonight, maybe. Or maybe I'll wait till this weekend. I have a craving for ribs, but have never figured out a good way to make them. If anybody has a great rib recipe send it my way.

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Daily Dumbass: Why are the walls by the light switches and the stairs always so damn filthy?
Thankful For: Almost an entire year free of Mike
Music of the mind: : That stupid Applebee's commercial... "something women like about a pick up man.." Ugh!

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