Saturday, February 23, 2013

white rabbitsville

Daniel changed schools this year because last year was a total wailfest. No kidding, the dude hid UNDER HIS BED when he wasn't HIDING IN THE WARDROBE. Which has been allcapsed because omfg. 

Starting school was a joy for him. He LOVED it. Meanwhile, I cried for almost two weeks, but then I stopped with that shit, but only because I was assaulted a couple of weeks into the term (While at  McDonalds. I know, right? Everyone else goes in there for a happy meal. I go there for a violent encounter and a few broken ribs. Only me, peeps, and you know it) and rending my garments hurt too much after that.

So there was kind of a harsh on Daniel's first weeks of his first year at school buzz, and it was probably being at school with his awesome teacher who I loved SO MUCH (me, sometime in 2011; "No, really, Sarah. You could paint him green with purple stripes and I'd be all 'Seriously, I love it.'") that helped him adapt from being a little dude with a very physical mum (Hugs! Piggyback rides! Lap sits! Hand holding! Wrestling! Hip carrying all the freaking time!)  to a dude with a mum who regularly lost her shit and couldn't even hold his hand.

Then I lost my job because of the assault and began my degree instead which bla bla, long related story bla, so pretty much everything about Daniel's life did a 180 in an instant (and thank god for school, because he really, really did love it there. Love love loved it)

The main thing though is that from late February 2011, Daniel suddenly had a mother with anger management issues that got worse and worse. And then, mum died, and then everyone else died, and by the start of school the following year, I was a basket case. So when Daniel started saying he hated school and began with the ass dragging, crying, hiding bizzo that made us late literally every. single. day last year,  I figured it was because I was a flaming nutcase. Then, mid year (because I am onto this parenting shit, y'all. ONTO IT) I realised home Daniel hadn't changed much, despite all the shit I'd heaped on him (because he is awesome and maybe because I was awesome enough for the first five years of his life that, while I was confusing him with my bullshit, I wasn't changing him. Or something. Hell, I don't know. Jellybeans?)  but school Daniel was another story entirely.

So the whole "my baby needs help" saga began, which wouldn't have even been a saga had they only changed his fucking class assignment. And while I knew Daniel was making us late every.single. day because angst, woe, emo, it was still every. single. day. and it about killed me.

So when this happened, I was ecstatic because I figured the Making Me Late For EVERYTHING bullshit would stop too.

It has not.

Clearly I need to change my tactics to make this not happen - but how any ways can you rework this shit before you decide to adopt the little bastard out hit the jackpot and find something that actually works?

Daniel has gone to school in his pyjamas, fgs. Twice. He's had things taken from him that he has to earn back. He hardly earned any of it back, but we had school break up over summer so he got it back then, and besides, I don't have the room to keep his everything on a shelf, nor do I have the emotional steadfastness to not rip his face off if this keeps up for much longer.

The Earnest Talks haven't worked, nor have the Voice Of God sessions.

Whattever you suggest, it could probably be filed under the "Did that. Failed." heading already (but please, tap tap is this thing on, make suggestions, give ideas, ess oh freakin' ess)

I don't know what he's getting out of this but it must be something, and I don't know what I'm doing, full stop. Except going crazier.

3 Comments:

Without taking the piss, what does *he* say is the reason?

By Blogger Mary, at 7:52 PM  

Nah, it's a good question, and I do ask it in various ways like, "why were you late today", "what happened this morning?", "is there any reason why you don't want to get to school?" to my all time award winner, "what the fuck is WRONG with you?".

But then this comment grew into a new post :)

By Blogger aibee, at 10:36 AM  

thanks for sharing

By Anonymous prasad, at 4:12 PM  

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