With that being said, something did have to give and I wasn't about to let it be my sanity - it's hanging by a thread and I'm holding on to that like the grim reaper to his, well, reaper. The good news is... I am a persistent bugger. Good thing for me and my kids. After meeting with the doctor last week (details below), he told me that one of his patients told him specifically that if he could give advice to any of the parents trudging through life with a kiddo with ADHD, it would be to never give up.
For any of you true followers, here is the basic update on our at-home daily circus show... Preston's grades have been slipping, his temper was flaring and the family relationships were starting to sour (worse than Frank Drebben's fridge milk). So, we took a trip to see our Neuropsychologist in an attempt to get back on track (if it is possible to be on a track with a kiddo with ADHD). With that being said, I finally gave-up the ghost and took Doc's advice to give meds a second shot. I opted for non-stimulant meds however as unlike child birth, I still vividly remember the horrific side effects and the new slew of issues they raised (but truthfully, I never really forgot how bad child birth was. Apparently, I may be the only woman that didn't actually forget - it was like nothing I have ever experienced and nothing that I would wish upon my worst enemy. I can't believe I actually garnered up the tenacity to go through it a second time).
We started Preston on the lowest dose of Intuniv while simultaneously buttoning down the hatches around our ship. We laid out very clear expectations - bed made, room clean, bathroom clean, homework done, garbage out and when it needed to be done by and the privileges that came with it. At first, it didn't seem to help much - but that was just because it took too much energy at the end of the day to walk the 14 steps to the basement to follow-up and enforce. Yep folks - that was my bad. Once I realized I had to saddle-up and follow-up, things actually started to flow a little more smoothly around here. Naturally there was some initial push back but I remained calm and focused and just talked him through his daily to-do's. This wasn't bad as I remained pleasant and it seemed to help him stay chill as well.
Then, I went to Parent Teacher Conferences and had a nice chat with all of the teachers about getting Presto back on track. He was positive, they were positive, he made-up the work and then... he didn't turn it in. What the hay? I just don't get it folks! I would have died before turning an assignment in late let alone not at all. Not to mention getting anything lower than a B-. OH THE HORROR! But alas, this is definitely a place where mother and son differ - widely. And honestly, I think this is part of the focus issue - he isn't thinking about it. He's looking out the window at imaginary butterflies. This is where I get to practice patience. Lots of it. So thus we continue in our efforts and I have stopped asking the questions why. And this was very good advice from the doc - don't ever ask why. Literally. They don't know why, you don't know why and a battle will ensue to which you will not win. Nobody will win.
And here we are. This kid...
And here we are. This kid...
The meds seem to be taking the edge off. Now, if I could just find a way to keep Presto and Buster apart (can you tell from these two pics that they NEED to be kept apart? Strong-willed children I birth...), we might actually survive the next couple of years. Maybe. The jury is still out on this. But, we'll all know in a couple years eh? Ha! But here is what we are going to do. I'm on Instagram! Wahoo! And I'm starting the Good News Project! Join me - but do so patiently, I'm just getting started and trying to find my groove. We're at GOTSOMEGOODNEWS and my goal (and I'm trying to rope Preston into this) is to flip the bad on its head and find the good news in every day (and the humor). Regarding humor, Preston got a nice little sunburn on his face this weekend and the tip of his nose has gone 'Rudolph Red.' He's naturally very embarrassed by it and asked me how long it would take to go away. I told him a couple of days and suggested putting a little foundation on it in the morning. He was horrified and said, "No Mom, I can just paint it in art class." He was dead serious! Oh, that was good. At any rate, this kiddo needs some sunshine and needs to learn how to find the good in every day and I don't think he will learn it unless I teach him. And yes, I need a little help as well so we're going to set off on this journey together. I will throw in some of my foodie and fitness stuff along the way as well because that is what I love. But overall, we're just going to have some good old fashioned fun. Who's with me? Crickets? Dang. Well, giddy up anyway!