Holding down the fort.

It has been just over a week since Parker, and Willie B's parents took off on their two week adventure. I will admit that taking care of three boys, (one with severe anger problems), four cats, one dog, and two houses is a shit load of work. I am totally re-thinking the big family thing.

The week went by without a hitch! Both boys made it to school on time. Yesterday hubby started feeling sick, just before our nieces birthday party.  We attended two parties back to back. (we skipped a third).  The boys had a great time, and were plenty tired at bed time.

Today hubby looked like he had been hit by a mac truck so I sent him packing.  I am afraid he has swine flu.  I would rather take care of the boys solo, than all of us end up with swine flu.

I decided to head North to the aquarium. The boys were so excited! They love fish, and run one from tank to the next.

After the aquarium we headed to target, and then back to T-ville. On the way home Lil' Man says in  the sweetest voice "mommy your a bitch" "tonight I am going to chop your head off"

Before heading home I  had to stop by the grocery store as Willie B was fresh out of diapers.

Lil' Man asked if he could ride in the car shopping cart.  Despite the fact that they are covered in other kids snot I said "if we can find one you can ride in it."

I looked at both entrances, and there was no car cart insight. I told Lil' Man that other child must be using the cart.  I gave him the choice of holding onto the side of the cart, or sitting in the back (Willie B was in the seat). 

Lil' Man choose to walk.  Half way down isle one the Lil Monkey took off running.  As soon as I caught up with him, I put him in the back of the cart.  This didnt fly with Lil' Man.  He stood up and threaten to jump out.  I ignored his threats until he was half way out of the cart.

I took Willie B out of the seat, and strapped Lil' Man in as tight as I could without hurting him. I knew all hell was going to break loose, because i've been there done that.

The threats began.

I am going to scream so loud, Lil Man shouted.

and that he did.

He wasn't gaining enough attention from the shoppers so he decided to start shouting "shut up bitch" over, and over again.

Then he demanded a cookie.

"You better take me to the bakery and get me a cookie."

Do you have any idea how hard it is to ignore him?

Since the name calling, demands, and screaming wasn't getting my attention he decided to turn around and pull P and Willie B's hair.

Normally I would have left the store, but I needed diapers, and a few essentials.  

I continued to shop one handed, while holding Lil' Mans hands together with my other hand.  I was tempted to walk down the pet isle and grab a muzzle. 

I just kept saying over and over again in my head. "it isnt his fault, he has brain damage."

You should have seen the look on the others shoppers faces.  Priceless!

Sometimes I just want to shout "he isnt mine"

Thankfully I live in a semi-small town and most people know I am a foster parent. 

The cashier and a few others in line were trying to console him.  I kindly asked them to leave him alone.  They were just making him rage even more.

So when we got home I told Lil' Man that I was very sad because of the way he acted in the store.  I told him he needed to sit in time out for 30 seconds.

As if that was going to work.  A 30 second time out, turned into another rage, followed by a 20 minute power struggle.  I was so pissed I had to phone a friend in order to calm down.

I hate it when he gets the best of me.  I know I shouldn't let a four year old upset me, but sometimes its hard.  Something as simple as picking up groceries shouldn't be so damn difficult.

Thankfully all is well now.  We ate dinner, had a bath, and now they are watching a little TV before bed.

Once they are in bed I plan to have a bottle glass of wine, along with a massive bowl of ice cream.

The first time!

Lil' man had a wonderful evening at home!!!! PRAISE GOD! We were not subjected to his verbal abuse.  He did not whine or cry, and he stayed in bed the FIRST time I put him in. 

I wish everyday could be like this.

Forever

So we have been talking to Lil' Man about how we are foster parents, and that one day he will get a forever family.  We talked about what a foster family is, and what a forever family is.  He was listening well, and even asked a few questions.

All was well until I pissed him off by not giving him a cookie.  Now all he says is "I want my forever family." "I don't  like this family anymore"

BLAH

I said I am sorry that you don't like our family, but we like you very much.  He screamed "I WANT MY FOREVER FAMILY NOW."  Love you too Lil' Man.

Missing my baby girl..

Isn't she beautiful?

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Still hanging around

I took Lil' Man to the pediatrician this morning, because the nagging cough is still hanging around.  He have me a21  prescription for antibiotics.  So he is taking his abuterol inhaler every 4 hours, steroids twice a day, as well as the antibiotics.  Hopefully this combination will do the trick.

However the doctor warned me that he is seeing more and more children with a "chesty cough" that is lasting months.  He said don't be surprised if he is still coughing 3 weeks from now.

If he is still coughing when we go back we will will go with plan B.

My paper work load just quadrupled, it sucks having to write everything down.

Out numbered

Lil' Man has had a nagging cough for a little over 6 weeks.  We have been to the doctors office three times, in those six weeks.  First we were given a prescription for steroids.  Then it was an antibiotic, and then allergy meds.  Each time they said he sounded fine.

Well last night was the finally straw.  He was in bed fast asleep before 8pm.  He was coughing on and off all night.  Around 10pm he was coughing so much that he started projectile vomiting. 

I called the on-call nurse hoping I could get the first apt in the morning.  She told me to stick his head in the freezer (cold air helps), but it did nothing.

I could tell he was having problems moving air so it was off to the emergency room we went. His stats were in the low 90's.  Yet we waited and waited, four hours later the doctor made her way into his room.  She spent all of 2 minutes with us, and told me the respiratory  therapist would be in to give him a breathing treatment.

His stats immediately jumped to the high 90's.  They gave him two doses of liquid steroids, and we were on our way.

I finally feel asleep around 3:30 only to get up at 7:30 for work.  Yawn.  It's going to be a long two weeks, as P and Willie's parents left for Europe the morning leaving me in charge of their boys.

I am so out numbered I need a girl.

No melting down

We had a rough start at the beginning of this week, because Lil' Man had been in respite over the weekend.  The respite family was wonderful, he  just doesn't do well with change.

We paid the price on Monday, and Tuesday.

However he  has done really well the rest of this week.  Yesterday his daycare provider gave him a piece of candy at the end of the day.  We were on our way home for dinner, so I told him to save it until after we ate. 

Typically this would cause a major melt down, of "I want it now, its my candy.  "i'm not eating dinner." etc.  This time he said okay, I will save it until after dinner.  He didnt fixate on the candy, or obsessively ask if it was time to eat it.

He can write three letters in his name.

He is staying in bed!! (thank you god)

He hasn't been as defiant!

I am hoping that his worker will get around to calling the perspective adoptive family next week.  Visits will follow shortly after. 

It's time for this little guy to go to his forever family!