My Beautiful Boy

Poor Corey!  You know he and I are very much alike and that can be a real problem when we get into an argument as it doesn’t matter how stupid or petty the argument is, we both just want the last word.

Last night he was being really awful.  He wanted to play pool when it was time for bed and I was telling him that its time for bed and to go and brush his teeth.  Then he just told me ‘no, I’m going to have another game of pool’.  Of course that just rubbed me up the wrong way completely – I mean, I’m his mother and I’m telling him to go and brush his teeth.  I’m not asking him if he wants to go and brush his teeth, I am telling him to go and do it.

For him to just tell me that he wont and that he IS having another game of pool just really made me mad.  So of course we had a big argument, all the way to the bathroom and while he was brushing his teeth.  That’s where I made my big mistake.  I had basically won the argument, just by the fact that he was in the bathroom brushing his teeth, and I should have left it at that.  But the more he bad mouthed me, the more I had to keep arguing back with him and in the end it was just stupid, no sense arguing.

Then after it, I felt really bad, he’s just a kid after all.

But then this morning, he was acting like that again and then my feelings of feeling sorry for him just disappear. 

Corey thinks the whole world is conspiring against him I think.  Everything that happens has to be somebody doing it to him.  Things can’t be coincidence or just completely unrelated to him, he thinks everything happens by someone trying to be nasty to him.

For example:  this morning the kids were getting ready for school and Corey was getting stressed because he couldn’t find his shoes.

So instead of calmly looking for his shoes, he starts carrying on blaming Ben (his older brother).  It’s all Bens fault.  Ben has hidden them from him just to get him in trouble. 

He really believed that Ben had hidden his shoes from him to get him in trouble.  I tried to tell him that he was wrong (big mistake) and that the whole world is not against him, but he just had it in his head that Ben had hidden his shoes.

Anyway, I went to help him look for his shoes and I went into his bedroom and there they were, plain as day, sitting in the middle of the floor in his room.

The worst bit is, I still think he really believes it was Bens fault anyway.

It is really hard to be nice to him when he acts like this.  I know these are just little things, but when these sort of little things happen constantly, it just really wears you down.

Fingers crossed he will be in a happier mood when I pick them up from school this afternoon.