We have been struggling for two weeks with behaviors at home. David is having major issues with listening, with taking his meds as directed, with a lot of things. To the point where we hospitalized him. At this point, David is content to force himself to vomit his meds up every morning. This throws his whole day off. Why? He is on meds for ADHD, and mood stability. At night he is on meds to help him sleep. Without these meds, he is beyond uncontrollable. Our argument has always been that he needs the structure of school to be able to exist. On August 7th, we are meeting with our mediator and the school. There will be over 10 people at this meeting for our son. Things are escalating at home, and we aren’t entirely positive that he doesn’t need to live in a facility for care. He needs more
Things have been kind of crazy here at the Casa de Why Not Fathers. As soon as I can process everything that has been going on, I will post about everything. I had a fabulous vacation with my eldest daughter. Sadly, another three weeks and she will be off to college and the next adventure in her life. Moving forward, we had a huge storm on Friday last, and about half of our cottonwood came down. It was like God laid it down gently between the pool and the garage. It was pretty incredible. Two years ago we lost part of a tree and it took out the kids pool, a van, and part of the garage. At any rate, life moves on. Things should get back to a more normal posting schedule now. thank you for your patience as I adjust to Life, or something like it.
We were up late due to the excitement of fireworks, a fire pit and s’mores. To bed at 3am and up at 6am. what a joy. David had my cell phone this morning, so friends, if you received either a text message or an email from my phone this morning, it wasn’t me. So I am looking for someone to put an electrical outlet into a cabinet so I can plug my phone in at night and lock it up at the same time. Any takers? I took the phone back. Battery is dead. A short while later, the door to upstairs magically opened. (It is locked to keep David out of his siblings things.) So the search began for my keys. I found them. A quick check shows that the key to the door is missing, as well as the keys to the locks. “I don’t know how the