I should go grocery shopping. I should go find out what the cat is batting around the dining room (it's dark-colored and flat, so whatever it is probably wasn't designed to be mauled by cats). I *should* get my lazy butt up and GO is what it boils down to.
I think I've grown roots. Help me, Coffee.
M1 is in his room. We're on Day Three of an epic battle. It involves two people: Mom Who Means It and Boy Who Doesn't Care.
It boils down to a conversation that goes roughly like this:
"Mom, what kind of oatmeal is this?"
"Brown sugar and cinnamon."
*pause while Mom pours milk into glasses and sets them on the table*
"Mom, I don't like maple. It has little bits..."
(Mom interrupts) "What kind did I say this was?"
"Did you hear me?"
"Oh, I heard you... I just wasn't listening again."
Cue inward mental rage on Mom's part as she reminds the Boy Who Doesn't Care yet AGAIN to listen.
LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN.
Doesn't seem like it'd be all that hard, does it?
I attended a few MOPS (Mothers of PreschoolerS) meetings a few years ago, back when M1 was attending kindergarten and M2 was young enough to qualify as an actual preschooler. They were on Wednesday mornings, which are my grocery mornings, so I didn't make it to many, but the one I remember most has stuck with me for a long time. The speaker for the day came in and was talking about the difference between hearing and listening, and one of the best quotes she had was from her own daughter who said that "To listen, you have to sit down on the inside."
I loved it, and I try to remember that especially when one of the children is upset, because nothing makes a bad situation worse for a child than feeling like their issues aren't important enough for someone to "sit down on the inside" and really understand.
I do believe that definition goes both ways, and I'm apparently spending my week attempting to impress upon my ADHD child who also has Apathy of Asperger's the importance of sitting down on the inside. I'm not sure it's a battle I can win, but until he can manage to respond to a single simple command, request, or statement appropriately and without me repeating myself half a dozen times, I'm going to keep plugging away. I'm not asking for much. Just that he actually processes what I say and doesn't tune it out completely. Even Oz knows better. I don't *usually* talk just to enjoy the sound of my own voice.
I feel like yelling, "LISTENING IS IMPORTANT, KIDS!!! One day it'll save your butt at your job!"
I might also add, "EAVESDROPPING DOESN'T COUNT!!!"
*sigh* He just came out of his room with money to take to spend at the vending machines at the grocery store, despite the fact that I had specifically told him twice this morning that he wasn't allowed to do it.
Oh, and the cat is chewing on a plastic frog. Time to see if maybe HE will listen to me.
Wish me luck!