Disclosure...there is foul language in here. Those of you know I do not have a potty mouth (well at least not anymore) But I chose to use the exact words that were used today towards me.
At about 10:30 AM Joshua got mad at me because I turned the page of instructions for origami and he got mad. I told him to have some patience’s. He said he couldn’t have patience. I told him that if he could not wait and have patience he could go to his room. He refused and I told him he needed to go to his room. He got up and knocked over the chair. I asked him to pick it up he said no, and that he didn’t care bitch. I told him he was in his room the rest of the day, his response was he didn’t fucking care.
He came out of his room with a hand full of money and said he would pay me for his bad behavior. I told him to get back into his room and he mouthed off saying things under his breath that I could not understand.
He went back into his room and started to shake his piggy bank, which started to get on Nathan’s nerves and mine so I turned the radio on loud.
He came back out about 5 minutes later and said he was sorry for his bad behavior. I told him that his apologies do not mean anything anymore because he is not making an effort to change his behaviors and told him to go back into his room. And for the 100th time this week that his actions speak louder than words.
I called Joshua out of his room for lunch; he threatened to punch Nathan in his face.
I asked Joshua to clean up his room. He refused. He said he couldn’t find his laundry hamper, I went into his room, and it was in the middle of his room. I sat on his bed while he picked up his room. I then re-picked up his room, organized his closet and found a brownie in the floor of his closet – the ones that I made about 2 weeks ago. He said that Rich gave it to him. He couldn’t give me a reason as to why it was in his closet. (Joshua is diabetic and must check his blood sugar every time prior to eating)
He knocked one of his closet doors is off track.
I caught his window opened while the heater was on two times today. The first time there was NOT a tear in the screen. The second time there is. Joshua told me that he couldn’t get his money from outside and that he saw a crack in the window and threw it out. He denies a tear in the screen.
I went to get something out of the hall closet and found a puddle in the bathroom floor. I asked Joshua if he peed or poured water on the floor. He said no. I made him clean it up. About an hour later when I went into the laundry room and their bathroom reeks of pee. I asked him again, and he admitted to peeing in the floor of the bathroom because he was scared. BULL SHIT!
I told him to come out to the table and sit on his bottom, chair on all fours, and be quite. He refused to.
This Momma needs a big fat drink!
I keep telling myself that it will get better, but when???
Dear Lord please give me the strength to be the mom that they need, cause they are pushing the limits with me!
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