PROMPT: What chore do you find the most challenging to do?
I absolutely hate, detest, abhor, dislike, dread, detest, cannot stand…waking up my sixteen year old son for school. The above Tweet sums up my feeing personally. Ugh. Just…ugh.
Do I fear he will be angry? No. I fear I will be though. This child is on the Autism spectrum and has decided he hates school. Every day I feel like Atticus Finch, in To Kill A Mockingbird, as to why he must “acquit” sleeping and adhere to adulthood and getting up for school. That goes over like a lead balloon and I go from asking, to begging, to screaming like a raging lunatic.
I mean my children don’t respond when I’m asking as a first request, issuing a stern statement as a second request, and begging as a third request, unless I rant and rave angrily!!! No one moves a muscle until I lose my $h*t. True story.
Adult Child: “What on Earth is wrong with Mom? Is she losing her mind???”
Another adult Child: “No clue. Was she needing something?”
Teenager: “This is the first I’ve heard of it.”
I wish I was making this up, but it’s also like this in the mornings, while trying to wake up a teenage boy. Literally. Every. Day. He responds incoherently the first time. Then is indignant the second request. I’m usually shouting by the third request, threatening his existence and praying for God’s Grace, while literally pulling my hair out.
I adore Saturdays, because I don’t have to fight or have words with anyone. Silence is glorious. Summers are wonderful because I just have to have the GPS tracking on his phone to know his whereabouts and occasion throw food into his room. I check the smell weekly, to see if he needs hosed down. Of course I’m exaggerating… but am I really? Isn’t that how it seems???
Please pray for me…