Goose Frahba
“Things have got to change. Tomorrow has to be different.”
Yup.
Hubby person and I are having a day of chaos with our youngest. I am realizing that currently I am dreading waking up daily because it will mean another tantrum and more tears…his and mine. Hubby person was very close to giving up this morning, but we talked through it. He realized he is incredibly deeply committed to this kid, and that’s why it hurts so much. At one point, Jeremiah asked to call our caseworker so she could take him back to the group home because he was tired of the consequences. He’s become sadistic. No consequence matters anymore. It’s all about him winning.
So we called our caseworker and she talked him through things. He didn’t actually say this, but she took from the conversation that he is terefied of loving us and being loved and so he is pushing us away first. Classic. We knew that. It doesn’t help.
It’s been like this every day since the day after Christmas.
As you know, I’ve been working on the boys’ lifebooks, and I found out something interesting. Jeremiah was placed in the group home 3 days before Christmas. Wow.
It still doesn’t help with the current behavior, but at least it gives us some clues to why.
So how do we wait this out? How do we show our unending love and yet still follow through with consequences so we aren’t shooting ourselves in the feet later?
And yes, this kind of behavior totally effects the infertility stuff going on with me because, well, let’s just say it doesn’t endear my husband to want to make a child right now.
It’s tough stuff going on. We are doing our best to stay objective and calm. I am trying to get quieter instead of louder.
I’m trying to not lose hope.
My head hurts.
My dishes are dirty.
We are addicted to diet Pepsi.
Blessings!
Hannah
