Do you want to know what drives me absolutely batshit insane with my darling Damien??
The fact that he forgets he’s actually in the doghouse!
We went last Thursday night to ask for my dad’s help (in terms of having Damien for the next two weeks to make sure he doesn’t get up to mischief and to make sure he tries to keep up with his school work).
My dad is not happy with the knucklehead, he’s very disappointed. And we clashed badly on Thursday night when he confronted Damien about the grass smoking and they had a row, leaving Damien in tears and threatening to run away- which makes my dad even more upset because he feels Damien shouldn’t be so “emotional”.
I then confronted my dad about his climbing into Damien because he is one of the few people I have been unable to get through to in terms of Damien’s ADHD… and how Damien is emotionally immature. And of course him yelling at and belittling and trying to use reverse psychology and sarcasm is not going to stop Damien doing whatever it is he’s doing- as my dad seems to think.
And we had a big fight about it with me in tears and then leaving early- but in the process of arguing with my daddy darling I didn’t have the words to tell him why I was so upset.
On Saturday, we visited my folks. Partly to try and make up, and partly to visit my nephew N who was visiting da Bruvva for the weekend. And we stayed. We watched Super 14 rugby, and ordered burgers for supper. We had a pleasant afternoon. AND the Bulls won!
Then on Sunday, when I reminded Damien that he would have to be up early on Monday and have his school bag ready to go to his grampa- he completely lost his cool again and spent the rest of the evening slamming doors and growling.
Then last Thursday, when I fetched him from my folks, he tells me he may have a date on Saturday night- he’s just waiting for his new girlfriend to confirm. I coff- politely- and remind him that he’s suspended from school, which pretty much implies that gallivanting of any sort is not really an option. He starts beating his chest and wailing and tearing his clothes and heaping ash on his head… kidding- but he might as well have! I warned him that if he dared growl at me I’d take him straight back to my folks’ place and leave him there till he went back to school!
It’s almost as if he expects us all to stay home, indoors, and not do anything “fun” until he’s no longer “in trouble”.