The boxer rebellion

We have experienced a small victory.  Spence has agreed to wear boxer shorts around the house.  Not boxer briefs, boxer shorts.  Not plaid, solid. Not woven, knit.  Yes, he did make us exhaust all of these options before he made his decision.  At least now when he runs outside, he has underwear on.  Thank God for small favors.

Unfortunately, one victory is all we have.  I've seen him slip down the mountain of achievement into a valley I thought we passed up long ago.  It has recently come to my attention that the teacher or para or someone at the school has been giving my son items to stim on.  NOOOOOOOOO!  I broke him of this habit, only to now have someone encouraging it.  I also had a beef with the teacher's request to send Spence to school with "a game boy or iPod or old iPhone that he can play with when he finishes his work."  Say what?  I was glad my husband was at that meeting.  I was too stunned to come up with a response.  He mentioned that Spencer would be obsessed and it would be hard to take it away from him when the time was up, so it is better to just keep it from him in the first place.  Then we were told that he keeps trying to get the para's phone.  Here's a thought- maybe the para should secure her phone?  I don't think we had this problem at any of his old schools.  

But, when would Spencer play it?  Seems he doesn't like to do his work, or attend to any lessons, or use the restroom at school.  Part of me thinks this is his way of saying that he doesn't like it there.  Or maybe that is just me projecting my feelings.  I do not get Spencer dressed until about 7:20.  He has NEVER given me this much trouble on a daily basis.  I had gotten him to the point that I would lay his clothes out and he would dress himself.  Now, I have to chase him around the house and almost tackle him and FORCE the clothes on him.  Needless to say, my mornings suck.  Add in a 12 year old who keeps asking for "5 more minutes" and I feel like a human snooze button and all around tyrant.  Yippee!  I'm emotionally exhausted before my day even starts.  Then laundry, cleaning and cooking call my name and before I know it, it is time to pick the kids up from school.  Really, where does the day go?  Okay, so I do take a daily nap.  I have given up caffeine (after my one iced coffee in the morning) and am finding it difficult to stay awake all day.  But, since Spence will steal your Diet Coke, I have given them up.  I miss my contraband!!!

I hope soon to get back to reporting the "feel good" victories that are most certainly going to come our way!!!