It's been a long week. I need to rant a bit. If you are having a great day and don't want to listen to ranting that's ok.
Still here, thanks for being willing to read my ramblings.
In July the boys will of been with us for 3 years. That a few months longer than the amount of time that they spent in foster care. It is a long time. In my life a year no longer seems like a long time but in the life of a child it is an eternity. So if they have been forever ( or what feels like forever) why the hell can they not figure out that we will love them no matter and that the pushing and arguing and testing and creating chaos on purpose can stop anytime now.
Yesterday Kevin brought home a failed math test. He left huge portions of it blank not because he did not know the answers but simply because he was not interested in doing it.
Last night he cut things up and generally made a mess in the bathroom because rather than come upstairs with him while he was getting ready I dared to spend time talking to Jack who had just gotten home.
Randall just about knocked a boiling pot of water off the stove the other day in his crazy attempt to get me to pay attention to him rather than to the dinner I was trying to make.
Randall also can no longer remember how to set the table, clear the table, stack dishes, get dressed, chew with his mouth closed, feed the cat or bring his homework home.
Neither of them can remember that the kitchen is not a self serve take out bar and they need to ask before they help themselves to whatever it is that they feel like eating in that moment.
Kevin has decided that I can not go anywhere without him, if I do all hell breaks loose and Jack who is home with him gets the brunt of the behaviour.
We could be done with this anytime now, yesterday would of been a good day to start, tomorrow is equally good.... what do you think my chances are.
I know it's not going to change anytime soon but a girl can dream can't she.
I am going to get a white chocolate mocha now because that will solve all my problems.