And I have said as much many times, I know. But my darling Damien has been an insufferable little troll for the last coupla weeks and if I write about that everyday- I fear I may very well chase all my readers away… repeating myself is the least of my worries. I truly don’t understand why he is the way he is- the only way I can get him to be even vaguely civil to me is to practically ignore him and use one word answers. Then he attempts to make conversation. But I hate doing that. Before he’s even opened his eyes in the morning he’s all but growling at me and complaining about how he didn’t sleep enough and about how I don’t wake him up properly… how do I wake him up, I hear you ask? I stand at his door and I call him softly to wake him up. He doesn’t hear his or my alarms, and he doesn’t want me in his bedroom, and by the time he’s conscious enough to answer me, his subconscious has heard me call him several times and he’s irritated already. And I get no better reaction if I wake him with a cup of tea! And then- when he’s actually up and out of bed- he stomps around and bitches and complains constantly. Beginning with but not limited to how he doesn’t like what I want him to eat for breakfast, and then he flat ignores me and has what he wants for breakfast anyway.
Then he has a fit if I ask if he’s brushed his teeth and done his hair- especially since lately he likes the bed head look A LOT and it really looks like he’s done nothing with it! I don’t insult him- I just ask, in as neutral a tone as possible, if he’s done everything he wants to do. This is usually followed by much door slamming and shouting about how it’s his life and he can eat what he wants and he doesn’t have to brush his teeth if he doesn’t want to and he likes his hair the way it is and why don’t I listen when he talks. And let me make this clear, he is literally shouting- and finger pointing- at me. While he’s ranting I am breathing deeply and slowly and doing my level best to keep my hands at my sides and not giving in to the temptation to grip him by the ears and brain him on the nearest wall… then there’s his rant about how I won’t give him money for school everyday. By the time I get to work I am quite literally exhausted. Then fetching him from school at around lunchtime is another joyride. 4 days out of 5 he’s in a foul temper because of all sorts of things, so we don’t talk much on the way home. He’s s’posed to be going to an aftercare place of some type but insists he’s old enough to go home alone, I let him since its only a couple of hours till I get home- and I provide him with a strict set of instructions. Most days, I’ll get home and he’s playing PS2, he hasn’t eaten and hasn’t studied or finished his homework. An argument then ensues as to why he ignored the rules thereby proving himself incapable of being responsible followed by him stomping off to the bathroom or his bedroom slamming as many doors as possible along the way. And then I’ll catch him smoking in his bedroom- or in my bathroom- and he’ll deny it!!!!
Right, so if I don’t mention Damien for a while, it’s probably because we aren’t speaking to each other…
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.