Flying Monkey Part Duex is really pushing me to the limit on my anti-depressant usage. Every G.D. thing I tell/ask him is met with resistance. Sometimes outright obstinateness. I'm so G.D. tired of yelling at this kid to do anything. I've asked nicely, I've threatened, I've yelled, I've encouraged him, helped him, blah, blah, blah....I'm fucking done. Seriously. End.of.my.rope.done. As I sat here last night almost in tears from dealing with him all G.D. day and him pushing the limits right up to bedtime, I thought, "He's only 4!! What in the fuck am I gonna do when he's like 10, 14, 17????" This kids whole childhood will be remembered as one filled with his parents yelling at him all. the.time. Who the fuck wants that?
Sigh...I'm not sure what to do. Nothing means anything to this kid. He has no Achilles heel to strike when I need some leverage to get him to do something. I've decided to remove toys from his possession/the house when he refuses to clean up after being asked, but fuck if I'm gonna throw the shit out after spending an arm and a leg on on his fucking toys. Maybe put 'em in the trunk for a month or so. I don't know. We have a naughty corner. He'd sit there all day if he had to. He doesn't care. One time he actually fell asleep there. WTF.
There are times when I look at him and I tear up thinking I love him so much and there are other times where I swear I could drop him off in Nebraska and not look back. I think I'm gonna try giving him like 2 choices when I ask him to do something. Both choices will get the job done but it may make him feel like he's in control when he's not. Something like this: "Monkey, would you like to brush your teeth now or in 5 minutes?" "Would you like to clean up your toys now or in 5 minutes?" You get the picture. We use the term "5 minutes" here all the time. It's the best kept parenting secret out there.
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