Jun 30 2008

frustration


Having a kid around can sure lead to horrible days. Ever since we returned from NY Gentry has been harder and harder to live with. He and I both cried so much today we eventually had to take pain killers to get rid of our respective headaches.

It all came to a head today when he was in time out (for not listening) and I had to sit and watch him to make sure he stayed. He screamed he hated me after I told him to turn around and sit in the corner. I went up stairs and called my mom and bawled, which resulted in sunscreen in my eyes. Hate and stinging eyes feels real good together.

He then came upstairs so that he could defy me some more and I had to make him stand with his nose on the wall for a while. He really didn’t like that. He was really mad at me then and I could not walk away or he would go and hide or find a toy to play with.

The problem we are having is that Gentry has no ears. They are gone. They have been gone for awhile. Last time we came home from a work trip, jj’s mom suggested we go and have his ears checked. We did. He is fine.

I was talking to a friend the other day whose son really is partially deaf. She said she knew something was up when he was talking and annunciating like the Swedish Chef. Gentry has been speaking like an adult since he was two years old. If he could not hear me he would not and could not have been speaking like he does. So thank you for the suggestion, but hearing and listening are two completely different things.

He will not listen. Ever. Ever. Ever. It leads to happy times and patients being worn by about 9:30 in the morning. Everyday. For the rest of my life it appears. I really wanted to pin a sign on him today that said, “Free, please take. Ears do not function properly.” Then putting him in front of Target in a kennel and hoping someone would take him. Ok. Not really. But sort of.

Frustrated. Frustration. Frustrated. It seems we have days full of temper tantrums and time outs to come. It makes me so frustrated just thinking and talking about it now.

Dearest interweb, do you know where his ears have gone?