Well, Kasey finally managed to push me over the edge today. He has been a complete monster all day long. Nothing - and I mean nothing - I did could make him behave like a normal kid. From the minute he opened his eyes this morning, it seemed as though he was out to make the day a complete misery for me. Back chatting like you wouldn't believe, sneaking around to the kitchen and getting into the cupboards, waking Heather up when he was told not to by both me and his father, stealing food from the fridge, touching stuff he knows he is not allowed to touch, yelling and screaming for no reason at all, banging his cars and other toys on the coffee table, jumping on and over the furniture, throwing food around the lounge room - this time it was yoghurt, running up and down the stairs, stamping on the floor upstairs so that it echoes really loud down stairs.... And the list goes on!
I have him on the Feingold diet now - and he is not happy about it because he can't have the stuff he likes - the stuff that sends him nutty. But today's efforts pushed me over the edge and I lashed out at him. I hate myself for doing it, poor little bugger. I didn't hurt him, but I hurts me to think that I could go so far as to hit him because I can't deal with his crap.
Migraine doesn't help either. I should be in a dark room trying to sleep it off, but I don't have a hope in hell of doign that while Kasey is running around the house getting into all kinds of stuff he knows he isn't allowed to touch. Even laying down in the lounge was a joke today. As soon as I looked like I needed to lay down - he would start up with his noisey toys, yell, scream that horrible high pitched squeal that he does just to piss me off. And the drugs aren't helping - they would if I could get some peace & quiet from his incessant racket.
Bugger - just realised that it is tomorrow already - better clarify that this is about Saturday, not Sunday.
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