Oh, what a beautiful day. But it sure didn't start out that way.
Around 6:30 the Girl climbed in bed with me. She's a human radiator and it was a bit chilly this morning, so she was a welcome addition. Following on her heels was the Worhtless Pet, who jumped right up on my other side, creating a mom sandwich. He was purring so loudly there was no way I could fall back to sleep.
Then the Boy's alarm clock went off. Bee beep, bee beep, bee beep. Annooying little piece of plastic, that. I hear no movement, so I call out "Boy!" and I get this response.
"Shut the Fuck Up. You are SO ANNOYING."
"Do not talk to me like that"
"Then SHUT UP"
Biting my tongue I again remind myself that this is before medication. It's like this every morning. I hear the pill bottles and I know that in a half hour he'll be human again. After several reminders to get out of bed, and several rejoiners to STFU, I tell him to brush his teeth. You would think that by the time a child is almost 14, you would have gotten it down that we brush our teeth in the morning, no questions asked. We just do it.
But no, every single morning we go through the dance of the toothbrush. Someday, in the distant future, I'm hoping this well end. In the meantime, I take the abuse and keep
He actually brushes his teeth, then goes back in his room to do whatever he does in the morning, and as his bus arrives up the hill he yells out, "Bye Mom, I love you."
Talk about your mixed messages!
I just hope his future partner, whomever that might be, will be as accepting as I am. Living with a bipolar person isn't easy in the best of times. Before meds, it sucks. But thank G-d there are medications that can turn a bear into a puppydog in 30 minutes. The wonders of science. Stumble It! JBlog Me