Failure To Focus

I just do not know what to say. Today, my son was to have that big doctor's appointment to discuss what is happening and why none of the treatment for his ADHD is working.

I was hoping for a re-evaluation of symptoms and a new diagnosis, but as you have probably guessed, we just did not get there.

I have talked with him about this appointment for the past week, reminded him yesterday before bedtime, had him write it in his planner for today, and even had Husband remind him this morning on the way to school.

I am so frustrated. I am literally at my wits end with him. I try to show him how much I care in hopes that it might motivate HIM to start caring.

Nothing works, absolutely nothing. I had to wake the babies up early from their nap today so that they could eat their lunch without having to hurry.

I managed to get all of my notes together for the appointment. I even remembered to grab the two medicine bottles showing the dosage and the type of medication that did not work for us and had such adverse affects.

I had everything ready to go on the entry-way table, waiting for the time to leave.

I was able to get the babies all dressed and ready, their juice cups assembled, the master juice bottle refilled and everyone and everything to the door on time.

Somehow, I managed to get it all loaded into the car, happy babies included, and pull away from the house with pleanty of time to spare.

On my way to the school, I ran by the drive-thru at the bank, grabbed some french fries for the babies to eat while at the appointment, and a root-beer for my eldest as a treat.

It was then that I realized that I had left his report card and most recent grade sheets at home.

In fact, I had even forgotten to print those grade sheets out from the big computer.

Oh well, I thought, at least I am on time. I managed to get to the school just in time for the final bell to ring.

I waited in the carpool line for everything to start moving, scanning the hoards of students pouring out of the buildings for my son.

As I rolled past the flag pole, a feeling of dread came over me. He was not standing there waiting for me.

I went on and pulled into a parking spot on the off chance that he was just running late.

The babies had long since lost their patience with each other. Traffic was just no longer the amusement that it had been.

Kaiden had tossed his truck and was not finding my peek-a-boo game any fun anymore.

Kian had started to scream over losing his cup, or so I originally had thought.

When I turned around, I noticed that he was screaming because his sister apparently thought it would be great fun to grab his arm and bite the heck out of the back of his hand.

I asked her to stop and say that she was sorry to her brother, but all she did was look at me and shrug as if to say, "What? You mean I am NOT supposed to act like this?"

It got to be about a quarter after three and I had been sitting there for almost thirty minutes.

I finally gave up and headed back home in hopes of catching the bus. I was about five minutes down the road when it dawned on me that he was almost forty five minutes late yesterday getting home from school because of a substitute bus driver.

I went on and drove all the way home so I could try and grab the missing report card and print the missing grade sheets off of the computer while we waited for him to get home.

Kian never did stop screaming, but at least the paperwork printed. I managed to get everyone resettled in the van, and headed back up the street to the bus stop.

I called the doctor's office to let them know that we were running late. I was told that there wasn't any way they could see him today because they were already backed up.

She asked me when I could get there. I didn't know what to tell the lady. I feel so stupid over the whole thing.

How do you relay the idea that you DO NOT HAVE A CLUE when you can get there because your child cannot remember to do as he should and he has chosen to ride a bus driven by a substitute who is later than late?

I tried my best, probably driving the poor lady nuts in the process. Her only solution for me?

I have to check my child out of school tomorrow for a 10:30 appointment. There was not any other available times so I have basically no choice.

The babies will be screaming because it is their naptime. Bregon will miss school tomorrow, probably in its entirety, because I cannot get the stroller into the office safely and still fit inside to be able to check him out.

Taking the babies up to the school is a HUGE distraction for the school children and I always feel like I am getting them in trouble whenever I try it.

If I try checking him back into school, it will only be for about an hour by the time it's all said and done.

So I just do not know. I haven't any clue how this is going to work out, especially since it is imperative that I be able to think enough to talk to the doctor about the problems we are having.

I am dreading the long anticipated appointment. I feel like I did when we were seeing that other doctor, even, and I hate that feeling.

We really need a solution to my son's problem. I worry that he will not be able to make up the school that he is going to miss tomorrow.

How can I expect him to remember to be savy enough to ask for his make-up work that he missed when he cannot even remember the appointment that we talked about for a week, reminded him the day of, and even had him write in his planner so he would see it every time he had to write down his homework?

I am going to have a time explaining the situation to the doctor. After all, I have a child who can sit in the same room as his siblings, yet not even notice when his baby brother decides to scale the piano.

He had to have made some noise doing this because the keyboard cover was open and he would have had to walk over it to get to the top.

My eldest only noticed when Kai was screaming because he managed to get his behind stuck in between the wall and the piano while squatting on the back of it.

Later in the same hour, Kaiden decided to crawl up into the second shelf of the bookcase. He had to move a bunch of things in order to fit up there, but my eldest was oblivous until stuck.

How can he go from such an attentive big brother to one who doesn't even notice things as glaring as these?

Tune in tomorrow for the continuing saga in our quest for a solution to my eldest's "Failure to focus."