February 16, 2002 Russell claims he took his meds, but I think he took claritin instead because I don't think he took ritalin. This day seems like a string of scream fests with this child. This morning, I woke him up, but he wasn't really sleeping. He was doing that lay-in-bed-and-pretend-yer-tired-when-you're-really-not thing. I told him he had to get up and get his meds and do his other stuff, so we could go to church. That was at 815AM. At 845, he was feeding the cats and screaming at Mike. He is supposed to take his meds and feed the cats, so if he was only at feeding the cats in half an hour, he was ditzing around. When he started screaming at Mike, from the top of the stairs I asked if he had taken his medication and he admitted that he hadn't. I said,"Yeesh, Russell, how long does it take to get a pill down these days. I got you up at 815 and it's now 845?" His reply in complete seriousness,"No, mom, it's only 8:44!" To which I heard Mike chuckling in the kitchen. I was trying not to think of all the things I wanted to do to him (smack, throttle, put my snot back in my nose -- from trying not to laugh, but closing my lips and forcing all that air through my nose), but said in unison with Mike,"Take your pill!" "Alright, alright!" I kept imagining in my head,"Gee, I wish I had one of those cattle pill guns and could pop it down his throat for him." I did however, keep my big fat mouth shut. It involved a lot of tongue biting, a trip to the shower, and a frenzied hunt through the closet for something other than my *work* clothes, aka, sweats, but then we went to church. Amazingly enough, Russell wanted to stay for the sermon. I was dreading the itchy boy syndrome, but I realized after the sermon, I'd actually listened to the whole thing and hadn't noticed Russell once, so maybe he actually did take his ritalin. But then he got weird again after lunch. He asked me to look over his science project and he started just screaming at me when I was giving him my ideas. It was just plain weird and aggravating, so I went upstairs. He came in and apologized and I found a pharmacy willing to weigh his marbles for him for his science project. Now, they're here to use the computer. I think next winter is going to involve hibernation for me or a lot of prozac or something. Gack.
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