I've written a lot lately about how well Thing Two is doing academically. It's fabulous...he's finally making up some ground. That said, he's also going through a rough patch right now behaviorally. Mostly with me, thank God (in the sense that I'd rather him be a raging asshole to me than his teacher, for example) but it gets really old. Yeah, I understand that I'm a safe place for him to vent and all that shit because he knows that I will love him no matter what, but FUCK it all, I'm done dealing with it. Kid is giving me whiplash lately with the mood swings and he hasn't even hit puberty yet. And clearly he does have some control with it, because he only pulls this stuff at home.
He actually took off his backpack and threw it on the way up to the house from the bus today because he was pissed off about having to go to the library before picking Thing One up at soccer. Fortunately, he tossed it onto the lawn and not at somebody, I will give him that much credit. And he was immediately penitent, so much so that I was sad to have to follow through with my decision not to take the kids out to dinner as a result of this tantrum...not sure what else to call it. We'll try again tomorrow. I will say in my own defense that I did not raise my voice at any point and that this may have been one of my crowning achievements as a mother to date, since I REALLY wanted to lose my shit.
Himself is out of town now, and will be gone more or less straight for about two weeks between the trip he's on now and an upcoming business trip. We'll see how this stretch of single parenthood goes. If any of you are so inclined, I'd greatly appreciate some prayers for patience!