And most of the day has been ok. He has had some wild blood sugar levels - dropped to an all time low of 37 and then managed to hit 300 by overtreating, because he won't listen to me when I tell him 150 carbs is way too much to treat that low.
The last hour, though, has been difficult. I got J an iPod a couple of years ago. Nice one - 4th generation iPod Touch with 32 GB memory. The same one I have - we used Facetime several times so I could walk him through putting another site on while I was at work, etc. It came in very handy, and of course he liked playing with it. For about a year. Then he got bored with it and decided to trade it in at our local Zone One Video Games. I was against it, but it was his iPod so his choice.
Guess what J just told me? He wants to get another iPod. Guess what J got for his birthday? $100. He had a choice of a cool party (bowling, pizza, whatever) or $100 so he chose the money. (I also took him out to eat). He begged me for the money early and I got tired of hearing about it, so that money was spent long before today - his actual birthday. Did he spend it on another iPod? Nope. And somehow that is *my* fault because I didn't tell him he had $100 and could put it on another iPod. When I didn't know he wants another one. I doubt the $100 would have bought another one, but it might have. We'll never know because the money is gone.
I do believe he was trying to badger me into buying him another one by sitting here for an hour moaning and whining about how bored he is and how he wants another one. Bwahahahaha!!
This is the child who traded in the iPod I bought for him, the netbook I gave him (my old one) and the Xbox my Dad and I got him. Not gonna happen. As a matter of fact, I'm thinking I won't be getting him any more expensive toys because I'm tired of wasting my money on them. He gets them, keeps them a year or less, then trades them for a pittance and puts that toward something else. This boy needs a job.
So I'm sitting here recovering because I finally blew up at him after he had been whining and moaning for an hour. Me yelling at him made him yell at me, go to his room and slam the door. Because God forbid I get aggravated that he is deliberately trying to annoy me into doing his bidding! And I'm enjoying the quiet now that he is in his room.... when I hear a noise. The noise his pump makes as it works. Yep, he took of his pump and left it on the floor in here. But taking it to him now would just make him mad and he might just throw it. So I sit here blogging, passing the time until he has calmed down so I can hopefully get him to put it back on before I can go to bed for the night.
I can only hope that in five or ten years he will be spending his birthday at his own place. Far away from me. I'm thinking that if he manages to move out, we might just move too - and not leave a forwarding address.
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