THIS IS LONG...IGNORE THE RAMBLINGS OF A MOANING OLD BAT!!!!
Firstly let me just say a huge Thanks for your kind words. This has quite possibly been the most horrid day. I wish I could say that you have made me feel better.....but I cantI feel so crap and so very sad.
Finally little man has collapsed into his bed and I wont be far away from the land of nod!!!!
I am totally exhausted. J has worn me out today. He has been constantly fighting and pushing every boundary possible. The whole routine thing is so very important for him and when the slightest little thing gets changed, then all hell breaks loose and my shins get sore!!!!
I just feel so very angry with myself for wanting an easier life just for one day. I was so worried about ds1 and his visit to the independent school. To attend this school is something he wants more than anything....I'm not sure because he will have to board. In one way I know it will be so good for him and our relationship will move on to a different level because I will appreciate every second I get to spend with him. Ds1 has a tough old time with J and is often used as J's own personal punch bag. Ds1 wants his space.....I understand that, but it hurts like crazy that he wants to be away from us.
Whilst we were at the school visit J stayed with my oldest and dearest friend. The little so and so was a complete angel for her!!!! The minute I returned he started to spin and stim.He hit ds1 so hard in the face and gave me a few hefty digs. Why????
Poor old ds1 confessed to dearest friend that he hates J and is fed up with being hit all the time....J spoils everything!!!!
The whole day I have been counting to ten, slowly!!!!It's the constant pulling, pushing, biting, scratching, kicking, shouting and squealing that has driven me to complete distraction!!! I just wanted him to have a nice birthday and it didn't happen.
The saddest part of the day for me was when dearest friend pulled out some old photographs of J when he was two......I sat looking at them and just couldn't stand the pain of looking at his face.
He was dressed in my favourite pair of dungarees I had bought for him. His face was so chubby, with a smile so big and cheery. His eyes had a twinkle to them and he looked so content. It hurt so bloody much just looking at the face of a toddler I loved with all my heart.....where has he gone?? I just broke down and sobbed my heart out.....luckily little man was upstairs and didnt see me....he was far to preoccupied with beating the crap out of ds1!!!!
When we returned home I had to pop out to the post office to collect a parcel that had arrived for J's birthday. My neighbour agreed to look after both boys for me and supervise closely whilst the guys were in her garden with her son. I was only gone 10 minutes and during this time J gave her the third degree.....it's a good job we are such good friends and she understands J's behaviour....I think anyone else would have stuck him in the car and driven him to the deepest depths of the moors and dumped him there!!!!
J's inability to play is causing real problems. He really doesnt get the underwritten rules of social communication and interaction. He really believes that I know everything he is thinking and that others understand his thoughts. He has shouted at me all day, telling me I'm a liar because I should know what he is thinking and I should know what he is feeling. His one and only friend is now giving him a wide berth because J is so unpredictable. J doesnt understand why B doesnt want to play anymore.....I dont blame the child....I wouldnt want to play with him when your not sure if/when the next punch or kick is coming!!!!
So thats why I wish just for one day I could wake up and be greeted by a child with a smiley face....a child who says "morning mommy....I love you....what can we do thats nice today?".....and because I find myself wishing this....I hate myself even more. I despise the feelings I have at the moment. I want to hold my baby in my arms and have him smile back at me....but I want the baby I had....not the the little devil I have now who is more likely to bite me than give me a kiss.
I think things are so much more painful because ds1 is so bright, so popular, so talented in his sports and so very independent. I watch him developing and see how he is flourishing and then poor J is so very far behind in everything. He struggles with everything he has to do. It just hurts so much.
Ds1 has be awarded a full scholarship to the school.....he is so excited and Sept wont come soon enough for him. Sad to think I will have one going off to private school and another starting special school.
Oh how I wish things could be easier for J. How I wish I could think his thoughts and feel his emotions. I just want him to be happy and I dont know how to make him smile anymore. He is so angry when anyone is around....if its just us two on our own then he isnt so bad....he has me all to himself far to often and ds1 and dh miss out on so much.
Oh poo.....I have moaned on far too long........tomorrow is another day....J could be a smiley monster tomorrow....lets just wait and see.