Wit's End

At a Cross Roads with James.

Hubby and I are having a meeting this afternoon. We have to come up with a plan. Obviously, nothing we are doing right now is working.

The laziness has grown beyond comprehension. It's become a "thing" to reckon with. Even to the point of refusing to play. The next door neighbor kids knocked yesterday and begged him to go out and ride bikes.

He looked at the sky... it was kind of spitting, but it was 55 degrees out, and he says to them,

"Nope. It's raining. Maybe when the shunshine comes out again."

He shut the door and laid on the carpet with a matchbox car.

I asked him to help Vanessa unload the dishwasher. He purposely did everything wrong all the while grumbling and complaining. It was more work for her than to do it herself. I could take no more. I sent him to bed. It was 5 PM.

I can't ask him to do anything without knowing I am the one that will have to fight it all the way. That includes play, work, homework or anything.

This morning he wouldn't even call me to let me know he was done a portion of his morning routine. He just sat there and cried and screamed.  I didn't let him up until he called me as he is expected, but I finally had to take him out for a run. I think we ran a mile and half with him crying and carrying on the whole way. Sometimes he screamed ugly things. He called me an idiot. A lady stopped her car to see if he needed a ride...

He is disrespecting me at every interaction by refusing to answer or look at me, or by mumbling so I can't hear, or he does it all wrong. I wish my husband was a farmer so that the kid could be outside working hard all day. Maybe we should move to Africa and he can carry bricks for Memere.

I honestly don't know what kind of plan to come up with. Everything sounds like a lot of work right now because everything is turned into a battle.