Wishing It Didn't Have to Be

But it seems there is only one way to get through to the little fella.

Every thing I have tried in the last weeks - aside from going camping-

has failed.

He has screamed in the hospital.

At the therapists.

At the pool.

and every where else that his silly nilly will was crossed.

And his will is apparently crossed at the drop of a hat.

He wants to be left alone to do as he pleases or else he's gonna cry.

If anyone says anything to him that requires him to 

move or

stop or

eat or not,

he cries.

If you ask him to control himself

he screams.

If you try to rein him in

he turns to spitting,

flailing,

vomiting,

kicking,

stomping,

peeing,

and ugly words.

Unless someone has words of wisdom

I'm going to clamp down hard.

He will lose ALL 

{and I mean ALL}
freedoms.

He will stand where I put him

and he will sit where I tell him.

He will eat what I give him

and sleep when I let him.

He's gonna be stuck to me 

like glue.