We've been dealing with screaming.
Every. Day.
"Here kiddo, do this little job for me." Scream, scream, scream.
"Hey no kiddo, you can't do that." Scream. Scream, Scream.
"It's time to do this." Scream, scream, scream.
Every. Day.
Blood curdling. Hair raising. Nerve rending. Screaming.
It's truly a wonder the child has a voice left. at. all.
It goes on for hours.
The words go something like I hate you, or I don't want to, but usually I can't understand.
What to do.
It's totally unpredictable. The child can be calm and fine and cooperative one second and turn into a screamer the next.
All outings are on hold. No homeschool group, no patherfinders or Bible Bowl, no sledding parties or anything like that. Even kept the child home from church this week. It was convenient to do so because Brianna was still recovering from her wisdom teeth extraction. I do take the child to swimming because one, I paid for it, and two I'm not taking anything away that might be physically beneficial. But somehow we hope that keeping life simple and quiet the kid will calm down.
Steve and I slept in this morning but when we woke up Steve says to me, "what's the matter?"
I'm like, "Nothing."
He says, "You are breathing hard! "
"Oh sorry. Just thinking about the kid."
;-(
I'm trying not to be frazzled. I'm trying to figure out what we are doing wrong. Or how to flip the switch to a different channel....
