It’s been a crummy week here in Average Mom land. Ever had one of those? Where everything you do is the opposite of King Midas?
Not only does the house look terrible with laundry and toys littering every possible surface, but I can’t seem to get into a good routine dinner-wise. Even if I have something planned I can’t drum up the energy to make it happen. I’ve got a bag of black beans sitting in the pantry just waiting for me to soak, then cook them. Easy, yes? Apparently not easy enough.
On top of the regular ole housewifey un-organization, Jett is a disregulated mess. And frankly, so am I.
It’s gotten to the point where his therapist recommended a family session today, and it was recommended that J and I read The Explosive Child by Ross Greene. Awesome. A book about Oppositional Defiance Disorder, one of the hardest disorders to parent. She was reassuring that she thinks Jett’s defiance comes from his Asperger’s, and not another diagnosis to add to the mix. But still, the behaviors are rough to manage and I feel like I’m losing my mind these days.
The therapist also warned me that the type of parenting J and I need to give will take all our time, effort and energy. Yet somehow there will still need to be resources left over for Carlos and Letty, not to mention all the income earning and housekeeping duties.
I suppose it will be worth it in the end (wait, is there an ‘end’ to parenting?) I was thinking after we left therapy this morning I need to define our goals, at least in my mind. What do we hope to achieve with all this? What do we expect from Jett in the future?
I, for one, would like him to not punch his brother in the mouth at Costco. That seems like a reasonable goal. Right?