My old blog URL is gone, and I’ve been trying to figure out where to go. I need a new home, and this really isn’t it, I don’t think. I don’t know.
But right now, I just need to write, to get it out.
Tonight was horrible. Absolutely horrible. My son just wouldn’t go to bed. He was scared. Always something. He’s having a tough time, and I don’t know why. He screamed at us, told us to shut up, and get out of hear, and some other things that were really really horrible to hear coming out of his mouth. When we wouldn’t stay with him in bed, he said we were making him sick, and he was going to throw up. Oh, the drama.
And then we did the unthinkable. We washed his mouth out with soap. Only a little bit, and we did warn him (stop talking like that, or we will have to clean up your mouth soap). And thus, we had to follow through, when he continued to scream nastiness at us.
He was, to say the least, not happy. Didn’t get sick (we used only a tiny bit of soap).
And then I lay with him, held him tight, and helped him calm down.
And then? He told me he didn’t like school. (A new school).
That his best friend, the boy he’s been inseparable from at school and the park since they were 8 months old, bit him.
And I cannot even talk to the boys mother, because she’s forsaken us as friends. Oh yes, we used to be friends, met through our kids. However, for whatever reason, her and her husband don’t have any interest in being social with us anymore. It’s a horrible situation, for my son, and it’s a sad situation for us, because we thought that we were friends.
I’m just at a loss right now. I’m 28 weeks pregnant. I’m tired. The big boy hasn’t spent a full night in his own bed in over a month. He’s scared. He’s clingly. And he’s TIRED. I feel like I am failing him. He is just so young, and now I think that maybe he isn’t ready for SK, that we should keep him in JK for another year.
This parenting thing is exhausting.