He can be so sweet, lovely and kind and funny, but at other times it’s like he is a different person. He is argumentative- about absolutely everything. Example- for reading time today I asked him to read to me from the news round website. First he argued about which device to read it on. Then about which room to read in (like shouting it to me from two rooms away). Then about which bit to read.
sometimes he can be incredibly rude and unpleasant. Afterwards he will cry and be terribly sorry but I’ve had years and years of his rudeness now and I’m utterly drained.
he is difficult about food. Didn’t want to eat meat anymore but refuses to eat virtually any vegan substitutes. Everything tastes horrid.
he mucks about over having a shower. You’d honestly think I was trying to force him to be tortured. I end up losing my rag with him every bloody evening. He also makes a fuss over brushing his teeth.
he uses stuff and dumps it on the ground. No matter how many times I’ve said please tidy up he doesn’t.
he doesn’t wash his hands properly. No matter how many lectures I’ve given him about Covid and germs he walks into the bathroom, pulls faces at himself in the mirror and just makes a fountain spray with the tap. I’ve lost count how many times I’ve told him.
he doesn’t want to read ever. Again you’d think he was being tortured. Huffs and puffs and moans and groans and tries to stop after 5 mins.
sometimes he gets physical when angry and tries to wrestle his confiscated phone out of my hand or kicks out at me. Again I get the tears and sorrys later.
it’s so hard when you want to do an awesome job as a parent but he makes everything so fucking hard. I feel so guilty for failing as a parent and have been self harming (in places where nobody would see). Dh and I are exasperated and exhausted. Help.