Welcome back, me!!!!!
Google hates me. That's the only reason I can give as to why they have made it impossible for me to ever get back to my original Bringing Up Monster blog. Which is sad, because I tried to put so much cool stuff into that blog. Maybe I can do a cut and paste. I'll try that.
M is 8 now. I am middle-aged (43) and seem to be going through a midlife crisis in which I got laid off from one soul-killing job and am now contracting in another soul-killing job. M is at the last daycare that will take him, having begged for and been given the chance to join the after-school program that he had been kicked out from 2 years earlier. He was okay mostly, until the day he beat up an aide with computer cords. Seriously. So now he's at a home daycare where the mom bitches about him constantly but seems to be willing to keep him. She has her own Aspie - he's 13 and seems to be drugged to the point of almost-zombiness.
Speaking of drugs, Monster is now on Paxil. He had a nervous breakdown about 7 months ago. A major one, like adult-sized. Basically he fell apart and could not function as a human being at all. It happened after I totalled my car (and walked away miraculously unscathed, aside from a burn on my neck from the seatbelt and a bruise on the parts of me where I was clothed and the seatbelt hit), part of the building I'm working in was damaged by a severe storm, and Hubby in a fit of rage threatened to leave me - in front of Monster. He fell apart not long after. The psychologist was the one who made all these links. I begged his doctor to put him on SOMETHING and he finally gave in when I swore I would get him in to a real child psychiatrist ASAP. I did, what the doctor gave him was fine, and he seems to have improved.
What hasn't improved is his attitude. he had become the mouthiest little shit ever. Many, many times a day I want to slap his mouth shut. I yell too much. Because I can't, won't, don't hit. But he drives me crazy.
We have added a sweet dog to our family - a wonderful rescue dog who's an Eskimo mix. She's 35 lbs and full grown - we are all in love with her. She brings much-needed calm to the house sometimes, because she is a wise old soul who loves to play but is not jumpy or overly wound up like many dogs are. Plus she's beautiful and affectionate.
I guess that's it for now. I'm going to work on cutting and pasting all the stuff from my old blog so it's here.
M is 8 now. I am middle-aged (43) and seem to be going through a midlife crisis in which I got laid off from one soul-killing job and am now contracting in another soul-killing job. M is at the last daycare that will take him, having begged for and been given the chance to join the after-school program that he had been kicked out from 2 years earlier. He was okay mostly, until the day he beat up an aide with computer cords. Seriously. So now he's at a home daycare where the mom bitches about him constantly but seems to be willing to keep him. She has her own Aspie - he's 13 and seems to be drugged to the point of almost-zombiness.
Speaking of drugs, Monster is now on Paxil. He had a nervous breakdown about 7 months ago. A major one, like adult-sized. Basically he fell apart and could not function as a human being at all. It happened after I totalled my car (and walked away miraculously unscathed, aside from a burn on my neck from the seatbelt and a bruise on the parts of me where I was clothed and the seatbelt hit), part of the building I'm working in was damaged by a severe storm, and Hubby in a fit of rage threatened to leave me - in front of Monster. He fell apart not long after. The psychologist was the one who made all these links. I begged his doctor to put him on SOMETHING and he finally gave in when I swore I would get him in to a real child psychiatrist ASAP. I did, what the doctor gave him was fine, and he seems to have improved.
What hasn't improved is his attitude. he had become the mouthiest little shit ever. Many, many times a day I want to slap his mouth shut. I yell too much. Because I can't, won't, don't hit. But he drives me crazy.
We have added a sweet dog to our family - a wonderful rescue dog who's an Eskimo mix. She's 35 lbs and full grown - we are all in love with her. She brings much-needed calm to the house sometimes, because she is a wise old soul who loves to play but is not jumpy or overly wound up like many dogs are. Plus she's beautiful and affectionate.
I guess that's it for now. I'm going to work on cutting and pasting all the stuff from my old blog so it's here.
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