Category Archives: adhd

still awake after all

So, it is 5 am here in whynotfathers.com land.  I was ready to go to bed myself.  Suddenly started getting email notifications of items being installed on my kindle fire.

Guess who is awake?

Guess who admitted that he spit out his meds?  Even after I ran my finger around his gums and under his tongue. So his meds were replaced.  Made a note to clean out behind his bed, evidently that is where he spits his meds.  Yuck!!!

Even after he pretended to be asleep for three hours.

I dozed, woke with a start and decided to go to bed.  Now, I guess I will be up until mom wakes up and then will go to bed.  so much for spending time with the family before school starts.

He has stolen the Kindle twice today, now.  so frustrated.  I wonder if I should sleep with it under my pillow…  like I do my cell phone, my car keys and anything else I don’t want him to take.  He also had managed to take a laptop I was working on for a friend.

 

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sneaky little bugger

Just caught David trying to sneak out of his bed.  he turns over on his belly, wiggles his body over the end of the bed, and then slides on his belly across the floor one painstaking inch at a time.  I have a feeling that it is going to be a long night.

About an hour ago, we caught him with his brother’s phone for the third time today.  Not sure how he manages that trick yet. Since we moved his brother upstairs, behind a locked door.

So do I install video cameras? or wait until he goes into the residential facility and just let it go?

 

 

Remember Chunk from the Goonies?

The Goonies

The Goonies (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Remember that scene in the Goonies where the Fratellis were questioning Chunk by threatening to put his hand in the blender?  And he starts talking…

Everything. OK! I’ll talk! In third grade, I cheated on my history exam. In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max’s toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog… When my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I got nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out… But the worst thing I ever done – I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa – and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.

This is something like that.

David, rather then fess up to something blamed it on the dog.  Why?

We can see through his lies.  He knows we can see through his lies.  He would rather get in trouble for scaring the hell out of the dog, thereby making the dog urinate on the sofa bed, than he would admit that he had an accident during the night and overfilled his pullup.  Why?

We know that when he allows himself to keep the medicines in his body, he sleeps so fully that nothing would wake him, not even a bladder full, or we clothes.  It is a fact of life in our house.  Deal with it and move on.  All of a sudden he is bothered about it.

 

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