Oh what a night. I think I'm stealing that from a song, huh?
Since our move, our son has done much better here overall. His attitude has improved as have his grades and school relationships. He has been more cooperative than he was a year ago. The progress that we have seen has been pretty terrific. With the exception of his mouth.
Oh. My. God. I've been warned about the mouth of teenagers, but I really had no idea until I experienced it myself. Nonstop arguing. Everything out of his mouth is smart-alecky and ugly and rude. And I'm ready to plug my ears with anything for the next three years.
I have never raised a teenager before. In fact, my only real experience with teenagers is when I WAS a teenager, and I wouldn't wish that on anyone. So I don't know how much of this is normal and how much is dealing with a chid who has a variety of different disabilities. It's hard to navigate the maze of adolescence anyway, I think; but this is a bungled mess.
So take a deep breath, my friend. Today will pass and tomorrow will come. Hopefully he will calm down and we can try again. I learned a long time ago that often, as a parent, you take two steps forward and one step back. Sometimes you take one step forward and one step back. Sometimes you do the fucking tango or the electric slide and you're not really sure what direction you're headed in. But you have faith that at the end of the dance, you're in a better place than where you started.
Here's to hoping for a better dance tomorrow.