Jordan got an overnight pass for the 4th. Of course it rained all day, so no carnival, no city fireworks. We did go to the parade and sit in the rain for
awhile, but ended up coming back home so he could do some bottle rockets here at the house. That evening we did our fireworks here at the house even though it
was sprinkling rain. He had a great first day. He even said...I don't care that it rained all day, I was home with you guys and that's all that
matters. 
He did not go to sleep well at all, I think it was 3 am before he could wind down enough to go to sleep.
Sunday, he got up at 6:30
; went to church with my Grandmother and came back home. He sat down and played a video game with his sister for a bit while I
fixed dinner. He even clened his room back up 
I had planned on taking him and his sister to see Ice Age 3. I asked them both if they wanted to go to the earlier movie since things were done around here. Daughter said yes and stopped playing the game. Jordan went OFF!
He started yelling at her, then at me. It got to where he lost all control and was throwing the chairs again. He stopped himself long enough to listen for a bit while I told him that if he was going to act like that, he had to go back to the hospital early. That didn't set well at all. He stood there all tensed up and when I told him that if he calmed down and started acting right he could stay longer. In the mean time, step dad came back from parking the truck at the park so we'd have somewhere to sit for the fireworks that were delayed from the 4th. He asked what was going on.
When he called Jordan Bubby, like we always do, Jordan starts screaming at him that he is not his Bubby, step dad is not his dad, stop trying to take real dads place, went outside and broke the front support rail off the porch, (it was rusted at the bottom, but he still broke it off and bent it back almost to a 90 degree angle out from under the porch), he kicked our fencing and knicked it out of place inthe front yard and then ran back in upstairs and said he wasn't going back to the stupid hospital, that we'd have to call the cops to take him back and that he hated everyone of us and that he wanted to die.
He calmed down upstairs after half an hour or so; and came back down and went outside and sit in the swing. I went out with him and sit there for a minute and talked to him. He finally broke down about 5 minutes later and started to talk. He cried saying he had ruined any chance of another pass, said he was mad at his real dad (where that came from I have no clue at all!) and said that he thought he should apologize to step dad.
He came back in the house, apologized to step dad, played with sister again and then we took him back toward the hospital. On the way to eat, he fell asleep in the truck and was hard to wake up when we got to the restaurant. After we ate, we still had some time and we took him to a park up there and he and sister played like nothing was the matter....
When we told him it ws time to go back, he was just as happy go lucky as he was the day before.
Told us he loved us and made sure I was going to call him the next day.
It stressed me out so bad! He's not went off that bad for a long time now, and of course it had to be here at home. Sigh..... I just don't know anymore....he's made such progress and I wont over look that, but just one episode like that, man, it takes its toll! I'm hoping that it was just because he was extremely tired. When I called up to the hospital to check on him last night about 11, they said he had taken his bath and then went straight to bed. No probelms at all. It still bothers me that he goes off about his real dad, who he has not talked to for 3 weeks...(and he was the one that told dad not to call him ever agian because he had lied to Jordan about coming to famiyl session, but I think I mentioned that in the other post...anyways...) I wish we could get it worked out somehow.....time to put on the thinking cap.
He did not go to sleep well at all, I think it was 3 am before he could wind down enough to go to sleep.
Sunday, he got up at 6:30
; went to church with my Grandmother and came back home. He sat down and played a video game with his sister for a bit while I
fixed dinner. He even clened his room back up
I had planned on taking him and his sister to see Ice Age 3. I asked them both if they wanted to go to the earlier movie since things were done around here. Daughter said yes and stopped playing the game. Jordan went OFF!
He started yelling at her, then at me. It got to where he lost all control and was throwing the chairs again. He stopped himself long enough to listen for a bit while I told him that if he was going to act like that, he had to go back to the hospital early. That didn't set well at all. He stood there all tensed up and when I told him that if he calmed down and started acting right he could stay longer. In the mean time, step dad came back from parking the truck at the park so we'd have somewhere to sit for the fireworks that were delayed from the 4th. He asked what was going on.
When he called Jordan Bubby, like we always do, Jordan starts screaming at him that he is not his Bubby, step dad is not his dad, stop trying to take real dads place, went outside and broke the front support rail off the porch, (it was rusted at the bottom, but he still broke it off and bent it back almost to a 90 degree angle out from under the porch), he kicked our fencing and knicked it out of place inthe front yard and then ran back in upstairs and said he wasn't going back to the stupid hospital, that we'd have to call the cops to take him back and that he hated everyone of us and that he wanted to die.
He calmed down upstairs after half an hour or so; and came back down and went outside and sit in the swing. I went out with him and sit there for a minute and talked to him. He finally broke down about 5 minutes later and started to talk. He cried saying he had ruined any chance of another pass, said he was mad at his real dad (where that came from I have no clue at all!) and said that he thought he should apologize to step dad.
He came back in the house, apologized to step dad, played with sister again and then we took him back toward the hospital. On the way to eat, he fell asleep in the truck and was hard to wake up when we got to the restaurant. After we ate, we still had some time and we took him to a park up there and he and sister played like nothing was the matter....
When we told him it ws time to go back, he was just as happy go lucky as he was the day before.
Told us he loved us and made sure I was going to call him the next day.
It stressed me out so bad! He's not went off that bad for a long time now, and of course it had to be here at home. Sigh..... I just don't know anymore....he's made such progress and I wont over look that, but just one episode like that, man, it takes its toll! I'm hoping that it was just because he was extremely tired. When I called up to the hospital to check on him last night about 11, they said he had taken his bath and then went straight to bed. No probelms at all. It still bothers me that he goes off about his real dad, who he has not talked to for 3 weeks...(and he was the one that told dad not to call him ever agian because he had lied to Jordan about coming to famiyl session, but I think I mentioned that in the other post...anyways...) I wish we could get it worked out somehow.....time to put on the thinking cap.
Chris
