It’s been an awful night. I couldn’t put down Netflix until this series was over called Life Unexpected. It was cute but definitely not worth staying up half the night. It’s about a girl in the foster system that finds her parents and the courts gave them custody and her life through high school with them.
Anyway, once I got it turned off at 2:30am, I knew I would only get 4 hours of sleep. I was mad at myself and tried to go to bed.
An hour later and a bunch of stomach rolls and horrible thoughts of police coming to take my kid away to juvenile hall for threatening his friends and thoughts of Forgetful being gone, I tried to sneak into my sons room to lay in my recliner to get at least a few hours of sleep.
I woke him up. Dammit. Then he had to know why I was in there so I told him (not my best idea) which of course made him nervous and he refused to go back to sleep and talked to me until almost 4am when we both passed out. At least he knows how serious this could be. I am going to call around today to find him an anger specialist psychologist. I don’t care about cost at this point, I just want him to learn how to deal with this anger. His Dad has it too so it’s not all his fault, he comes by it through his genes.
The alarm went off at 6. I jumped up and came in my room to turn it off. I told him to get up and he says, “I hope you have enjoyed your stay in my casa.”
