Not a stellar day for this Dad. Coco stayed home from school not feeling well. I know he did some homework. But he wasn't pushing himself at all. I could only stay on him so much while working from home. I had too many conference calls to be on him all day. He put his arse down about how much school work he was going to do. He has a lot of catch up to do. I try not to overwhelm him. But I need to push him to do more.
We had a blowout when I told him to shut down the electronics. I had also dared ask him to walk the neighbors dog. Meltdown. Complete and utter melt down. I think I should take "I hate you!" and "Get out of my life" as a sign that I am doing things right. I know we are still battling the anxiety, puberty, hormones, and IBS. But I am taking a beating. Just keep getting back up off the mat, right? I stayed calm. I did raise my voice once. But only once. I think that is OK. I get one foul, right? Sure, I do.
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