Today was kind of a bad day. We had an OK playdate this morning--my son, D, had a good time, but he always has a very hard time leaving--so much so that I'd rather skip it, but he seems to enjoy it.
Anyway, D was just dx'd ADHD a few weeks ago, and I'm still trying to understand what exactly about D is ADHD stuff.
He has an impossibly hard time with transitions. He tantrums over the tiniest things (like turning right instead of left in the car). He has poor impulse control and frequently throws things when he's angry.
He also says things OVER and OVER and OVER again. I mentioned this in another post. It drives me and my husband C.R.A.Z.Y. and I feel really, really terrible that I get annoyed with him over something that he probably can't help.
Tonight it was "will you play hide and seek with me?" dozens of times all with the same answer--when we're finished cleaning up dinner, we can play hide and seek with you. But we always end up half-shouting at him to stop asking, and I feel so bad because he probably can't help that he's doing it.
Anyway, I just found him climbing up the back of an armchair trying to reach a candle.
This afternoon he was crumpling up pages of a book about dogs, and when I asked him why he was doing that he said he wanted to "kill the puppies." 
When I asked him why he wanted to kill the puppies, he couldn't give me an answer. 
These are our only two children--his twin brother has autism. Between the two of them, some days I'm completely run ragged. Today was one of those days. I just want to crawl into a hole.
Anyway, D was just dx'd ADHD a few weeks ago, and I'm still trying to understand what exactly about D is ADHD stuff.
He has an impossibly hard time with transitions. He tantrums over the tiniest things (like turning right instead of left in the car). He has poor impulse control and frequently throws things when he's angry.
He also says things OVER and OVER and OVER again. I mentioned this in another post. It drives me and my husband C.R.A.Z.Y. and I feel really, really terrible that I get annoyed with him over something that he probably can't help.
Tonight it was "will you play hide and seek with me?" dozens of times all with the same answer--when we're finished cleaning up dinner, we can play hide and seek with you. But we always end up half-shouting at him to stop asking, and I feel so bad because he probably can't help that he's doing it.
Anyway, I just found him climbing up the back of an armchair trying to reach a candle.
This afternoon he was crumpling up pages of a book about dogs, and when I asked him why he was doing that he said he wanted to "kill the puppies." When I asked him why he wanted to kill the puppies, he couldn't give me an answer. These are our only two children--his twin brother has autism. Between the two of them, some days I'm completely run ragged. Today was one of those days. I just want to crawl into a hole.
I'm sorry. You've got a lot of stuff there that would wear anyone down. 
