Tue 8 May 2012
It’s time to come clean.
Amid the transitional issues from Here to There, one of the kids has developed some serious behavioral issues.
We’ve consulted experts in the field and done family sessions together, but thus far, nothing seems to help.
It’s reached a crisis point both in terms of marital resources as well as how the other kids respond. They know we would NEVER put up with these behaviors from them and are tired of making concession after concession for their troubled sibling.
Here are some of the behavioral features that challenge us with our boy:
- Suffering from severe separation anxiety
- Refusing to “come” when called
- Out-of-control whining
- Aggressive growling
- Constantly begging for food at the table
- Fear of strangers
- Fear of strange objects
- Bullying small children
- Theft personal possessions
- Vandalism/destruction of personal property
- Destructive habits like chewing and digging
- French kissing house guests
- Jumping on strangers
- Taking lead during family walks
- Ignoring basic obedience commands
- Pooping on the bathroom floor
- Peeing the bed
It’s gotten to the point that we don’t even know who he is anymore.
This once adorable, snuggly, sweety boy has mutated into his own Dr. Hyde.
As much as my education should make me philosophical, I cannot reconsile that puberty could so transform a soul as this.
I confess I lament:
This is NOT what I signed-up for!
This is WAY outside of my comfort zone!
This is NOT easy!
This is NOT fun!
I have even asked they why question….
Why do other families enjoy such perfect sons when ours is so OUT OF CONTROL?
At the risk of TMI (too much information,) he’s taken to stealing my dirty thongs and hiding them in his bed.
When I retrieve them they are chewed crotchless.
Is it regression?
Is it hormones?
Is it an underlying psychological disorder?
Is it growing pains?
Or is it simply, The Puppy?
And why is it we allow behavior from our pets
that we would
tolerate from the issue of our own loins?
Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken HallelujahHallelujah, Hallelujah