Well. I think I really need more help than I thought I would (no, not really).
Hubby had back surgery last week--spinal fusion, rods inserted, and something else that I can never remember. Anyway, the incision is about 10-11 inches long. I spent five days traveling to the hospital, visiting for about 45 minutes before ds couldn't pretend to be nice any longer, and driving home. Getting only little bits of things done, and getting tired of ds being home and nagging me to play outside, even though it's been raining every day.
So hubby cam home on Monday. He sleeps on the living room sofa, because "it is more comfortable." Sure, right in the middle of everything. We have to walk past him to get into either the kitchen or the bedrooms, and don't make any noise. . . He wants to do as much as possible for himself, and doesn't accept any of my suggestions.
So, between ds wanting to be just like daddy, and rearranging his walker, etc., and daddy not being able to back me up, I'm tired. I went to my heart doctor today, and the first thing that ds did was to con the doctor out of some candy. He's been there before, and knows that the doctor can always get candy from someone. Doctor thinks he's cute. [how come all these people that think he's so cute don't want to watch him?
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Ds had been comparatively well-behaved until the candy (at least the doctor told him to wait until the visit was over.) After that, there was no stopping him. He was smart-mouthed, bossy, loud, insistent. He was playing with the cat, who only will take so much. When I tried to rescue the cat, he threw a tissue box at me, and the cat used my stomach for a launching pad. So, to his room. Later, when he came out, something else happened; I think it was when he refused to eat the dinner I had fixed, and I tried sending him to his room. No go. So I went after him calmly, and ended up holding him on the floor with his arms out to his sides, and my legs holding his legs from kicking me. Usually he gives up in a couple of minutes, but this time, he kept trying to get loose until my face was dripping sweat. So to his room when he finally calmed down.
He got ready for bed, and I read him his
Bible Story. Then time for prayer. When he prays, it sounds like rote, but he asked for help so he wouldn't call Mom and Dad "evil" and other names, and be nice to them and the cat, and have a better day tomorrow. So he got a hug and a kiss, and to bed. With light off. When I heard noises in there, I checked, and he was drawing on the wall with the drywall that he had busted out yesterday. and on and on and on.
I'm exhausted. It wasn't nearly this hard when it was just him and me, and hubby in the hospital. Not even when we traveled four days to see my brother, a week there, and four days home again. When hubby's around, it gets harder for me.
Thanks for listening. I need all your prayers for patience, and the ability to express the love of Jesus to this little child.
