Well, if it were possible to drop a bigger bomb in Johnny's lap, I don't know what that bomb would be. Steve has asked for a divorce. I don't write about this to delve into the details of our marital situation, but rather to explore and wonder how my son is going to handle such a huge change in his life. If we weren't already having a hard time providing him with a stable schedule, (yay snow!) this sure is going to mess with him.
We've decided to ride out the remaining 9 months or so of our lease. Steve will be here with him on his days off and 1-2 additional evenings a week, and I'll be here the rest of the time, each of us living with family during our "off" time. I think that this is the best way to keep Johnny's world as stable as possible and make him feel like the change isn't so drastic. Then, in the fall, we will begin the process of splitting the house in two and helping him adjust to separate houses. While the back-and-forth isn't easy on us as parents, I do truly believe that it is the best possible circumstance for the kiddo for the time being.
I am glad that we have been so blessed with supportive families in the area who are willing to pitch in and help out with the whole custody thing and give Steve and I each an extra home to go to in the meantime. He is part-time back with his parents and my grandma and grandpa (Johnny's GG and Pap Pap) are letting me take over one of their spare bedrooms. I've gotten a lot of calls and texts from other friends and family who don't live around here, and I've really appreciated all of their kind words and offers to help in any way they can. I know Steve has been receiving the same, which is wonderful. We are both praying that everyone keeps in mind that we will be raising this little boy together and are going to have to work as a team for the rest of our lives, regardless of our own personal situations.
Johnny seems to go in waves. This is very new for him, as it happened this past weekend, and I'm still waiting to see how he settles into things. He had an extremely rough day at school Tuesday (hitting, kicking and throwing things/breaking them) but did well there yesterday. Meanwhile, he has been a basket case with me. Yesterday he was refusing to eat dinner because his daddy wasn't there, and it took me about an hour to talk him into it with the bribe of a new book. I didn't force him and waited for him to agree before I even bought the food, (we were at Chick-fil-A) and eventually was able to get him to eat a little. He proceeded to say he didn't want to play until I noticed one of his friends was in the play place and he caved. Then, after he took a quick bathroom break, (where he proceeded to scream at the top of his lungs several times because every little thing has been setting him off) she left and he sat there crying because he was "all alone". Even once I got him home, he flipped out on me several more times before the end of the night for doing things like talking too loud (at a normal level) and not asking his opinion before turning on some music. I'm just... at a loss. I don't know how to help him. He is scared and confused and feels like I'm abandoning him every time I leave the house. As a mom, there is no worse feeling than helplessness.
I just have to keep reminding myself to take things one day at a time. I so desperately want to fix everything or have the next year completely planned out in order to give him the absolute most stability I possibly can, but that isn't something that can happen over night.
We've decided to ride out the remaining 9 months or so of our lease. Steve will be here with him on his days off and 1-2 additional evenings a week, and I'll be here the rest of the time, each of us living with family during our "off" time. I think that this is the best way to keep Johnny's world as stable as possible and make him feel like the change isn't so drastic. Then, in the fall, we will begin the process of splitting the house in two and helping him adjust to separate houses. While the back-and-forth isn't easy on us as parents, I do truly believe that it is the best possible circumstance for the kiddo for the time being.
I am glad that we have been so blessed with supportive families in the area who are willing to pitch in and help out with the whole custody thing and give Steve and I each an extra home to go to in the meantime. He is part-time back with his parents and my grandma and grandpa (Johnny's GG and Pap Pap) are letting me take over one of their spare bedrooms. I've gotten a lot of calls and texts from other friends and family who don't live around here, and I've really appreciated all of their kind words and offers to help in any way they can. I know Steve has been receiving the same, which is wonderful. We are both praying that everyone keeps in mind that we will be raising this little boy together and are going to have to work as a team for the rest of our lives, regardless of our own personal situations.
Johnny seems to go in waves. This is very new for him, as it happened this past weekend, and I'm still waiting to see how he settles into things. He had an extremely rough day at school Tuesday (hitting, kicking and throwing things/breaking them) but did well there yesterday. Meanwhile, he has been a basket case with me. Yesterday he was refusing to eat dinner because his daddy wasn't there, and it took me about an hour to talk him into it with the bribe of a new book. I didn't force him and waited for him to agree before I even bought the food, (we were at Chick-fil-A) and eventually was able to get him to eat a little. He proceeded to say he didn't want to play until I noticed one of his friends was in the play place and he caved. Then, after he took a quick bathroom break, (where he proceeded to scream at the top of his lungs several times because every little thing has been setting him off) she left and he sat there crying because he was "all alone". Even once I got him home, he flipped out on me several more times before the end of the night for doing things like talking too loud (at a normal level) and not asking his opinion before turning on some music. I'm just... at a loss. I don't know how to help him. He is scared and confused and feels like I'm abandoning him every time I leave the house. As a mom, there is no worse feeling than helplessness.
I just have to keep reminding myself to take things one day at a time. I so desperately want to fix everything or have the next year completely planned out in order to give him the absolute most stability I possibly can, but that isn't something that can happen over night.