Well, my excitement about Liam’s 30 mins of school work this morning and his promise that he’d work for 30 mins/take a 15 min break was a bit premature.
The drive home from Vessel Studios was disastrous, almost resulting in a broken car window from his tantrum where he tried smashing his car seat into it. He screamed and attacked Ethan, threw things at me while driving, and almost caused at least one accident from screaming.
Once we got home he started to calm down. I thought things were getting better. I reminded him I wanted to go to JumpZone to check it out as a possible place for their combo birthday party. He calmed down. Then I reminded him that this morning he promised me he would do more work when we got home from picking up the glass projects. He then insisted he didn’t have a break… It took us about 3 hours to go pick up the projects (traffic, we got there when they were on lunch I think, and then more traffic home). I told him that was a break. Then he started screaming.
Around that point, I totally lost it and started crying. He started laughing that I was crying. He laughed for about an hour while I sat in my chair at my desk and cried. Ethan came and gave me a hug and then went and hid in the living room.
Liam finally did come in and do another page, but not even close to what he said he’d do when we made our plan this morning. He was all excited about what he was going to earn — stickers to work to Club Penguin cards, trips to the Museum and Zoo, games, science experiments, etc. I really thought he had finally rounded the corner that we had been struggling so long to get around…
Pretty much the awesome start to the day turned out to be an awful day.
I am so horribly drained from having so many days where he just screams and screams.
It’s not even school-related stuff. It’s EVERYTHING related. When we were in the car, that wasn’t a school-related fit. I don’t even know what caused it. I’ve been talking to his MT (who is AWESOME) and we can’t tell what’s going on. I wanted to call her when we got home and tell her what happened, and then I ended up sitting there bawling and felt like a moron for crying and didn’t want to call her when I was crying.
We ended up going over to JumpZone tonight to check it out and because I feel like a shitty mother for not knowing what to do for him AND for just sitting and crying for so long today. The whole way there I felt like crying again. The whole time there I pretty much wanted to cry.
He had a hard time listening to me while we were there, but he was nice to the other kid that was there. He didn’t follow the rules and pushed Ethan a lot, but that’s to be expected I guess. Since we’ve been home he’s been pretty calm. No tantrums. No freaking out when I told Karl how his day was… Maybe afternoons are his bad zone? I don’t know.. I wish I could figure it out.