Like seriously run away, I have had enough!
I got in my car this morning and I considered driving and driving and not stopping. This isn't good!
Basically, I have a 6 year old son. He's extremely hard work and is currently awaiting his CAMHS referral for assessment for adhd, which I am in absolutely no doubt he has.
I'm sick of the constant arguing with him, every time he opens his mouth its cheek. I'm sick of him constantly pushing me, pushing the boundaries, his lying, not doing anything he's told, constantly touching, breaking, destroying things. My husband is at his wits end too, we both are, but I'm just not coping very well at the moment.
Normally I'm fine, I COPE, just, but I do it. I don't want to have to cope anymore, does that make sense?
My husband is obviously noticing that I've had enough. Normally I'm the strict one, enforces all the consequences and follows them through. Now, like last night for exactly, I just shouted at ds "stop now, I've had enough, enough, do you understand?" and I sat with my head in my hands. DH got up and dealt with him. Another two incidents later I also dealt with by just putting my head in my hands. I can't/don't want to have to do it anymore. By "it" I mean everything, dealing with him, enforcing punishments, just trying to get through life with him.
Its not just me btw, I think the school are at their wits end with him too, we are working together but he really needs his CAMHS referral which should be this month. He's under the care of the the local child development centre and the psych there, but we don't do anything with them that helps.
I love my wee guy to bits, I really do. But he's driving me NUTS and I hate him at times too, I really do wish sometimes I hadn't had him. I just think "I planned you" and this is what I got! Do I sound like a really really bad mother?
Maybe I need to go see the doc, get a course of anti d's or something? Before I do get in that car and keep driving!
Sorry, don't know what I expect to get from this thread. I just wanted to get it off my chest.