Some of you seen the post that I wrote Friday night, and later deleted. For those of you who didnt see it, I was ready to give Lil' Man back. If it had been during business hours I am certain I would have called his caseworker and told her so.
Since then the hubby and I have done some soul searching, and we're just not ready to give up yet. We really want to try the IFI program first.
(Lil' Man and hubby at the beach on Saturday.)
Things have been so so this weekend. I have relearned to let go of the little things, and pick a choose my battles. I've given up trying to control the situation. When he comes to me bleeding (bc he picked) I just say oh thats great. No more nagging/begging him to stop. No more blackmailing him because it doesn't work. When he screams shut up, I walk away. When he throws a fit, I "toss" him in his room, and leave him until he's finished. When he calls me a bitch I just look at him and smile.
At the end of the day i'm trying not to hold a grudge. (which is very hard to do) I still take time to rock/sing to him before bed, because despite his meanness he's only a little boy.
A very broken little boy, but a little boy none the less.