Mom is boring

The mental switch the bullying toggled on in Alex's brain is off.  His mom is boring.  Being in the house all day is boring.  His life is boring and all the homework sent from school is unchallenging and boring.  Alex hates being in a locked down situation that lacks drama or excitement.

Alex, of his own volition started practicing "being safe" today.  As if I kind of care at this point.  He is staying in a safe, controlled environment for awhile.  All the specialists continue to stress he must feel safe with me and be re-regulated. 

The little bugger is trying to seek spoilage levels of access to treats and privileges.  Not so much.  His mom is a cranky mom.  I now not only have to interact with a serious amount of specialists but I also have to deal with the school issues as to placement and proper support.  I hate doctors and bureaucratic red tape.  Cranky is the nice label for what I feel. 

But God as blessed us.  He has kept my son safe.  He has allowed this family to be normal and just be us today. 

Alex sleeps tonight, on the couch, listening to the most boring channel I could find on t.v.  

I remember being a happy kid well.  I am also an expert at finding the most unappealing moments of adult life so as to properly motivate a child to go to bed in his own room instead of working at controlling my nights.  Not even I liked the show Seinfield.  It put Alex to sleep within five minutes.  :)

He even turned his back so that he could not even catch a glimpse of the show.  :) Amazing.

Tomorrow promises to be another day when Mom is just boring, boring, boring.  And his files at the children's hospital have been specifically noted so that if he comes back they no longer give him an Xbox to play until 2 am; send in volunteers to amuse him; allow him access to TV; or grant his extensive food tray requests. 

Normal life.  Praise the lord.