In my head, I keep hearing that old phrase that goes something like, "Love them the most when they deserve it the least" and "The one that is being naughty needs your attention the most." I know this. I believe it with all my heart, but knowing and doing are two different things.
The last couple of weeks have been pretty rough around here. For most of his life, I have struggled with Bailey's behavior- the acting out, the fighting, the hitting, the anger that sometimes seem to pop up out of nowhere. We have tried lots of things- rewards for good behavior, time outs, a star chart, making sure he gets enough exercise and enough sleep, trying to eat a well balanced diet (but, also, making exceptions for birthdays, holidays and once in a while treats), fish oil, special one on one time with mommy or daddy and I could go on and on. . . .
Something will work for a little while and then it is back to square one.
My reactions to some of the things that Bailey does, I am sure do not help. Yelling, a swat on the tush even knowing I am just making things worse. I am at a loss. I know that the current situation isn't good for any of us, but I am not sure where to go from here.
This post is so hard for me to write. I feel ashamed, embarrassed for not knowing how to deal with this. I feel like I have failed my kids, my family. I am tired, but I can't give up. "That which doesn't kill us, makes us stronger."