This morning I found two cans of Truly hard seltzer next to Hawk. I walked into his room at the ungodly hour of 5:35 a.m. to make sure he was awake for school.
He was passed out, fully clothed, on top of his bedsheets. With an empty can on his nightstand, and another hiding behind his desk chair.
“How on earth did he get those?!?!” I thought, as you probably are too as you read this. We have all of our alcohol locked up in a secure closet. More importantly, we don’t drink Truly. Or White Claw. Or the Kirkland/Costco variation. We have a few bottles of Sam Adams and a small assortment of IPAs, as well as several bottles of my favorite chardonnay. We don’t even own hard liquor anymore.
But regardless, HOW DOES HE GET IT? I’m guessing via a neighborhood “friend” or a social media plug.
Yes, we’re horrible parents. We had parental controls set up on his iPhone and his MacBook but he figured out a way around them. As he always does and always has.
Because even though he’s acting extremely stupidly and carelessly, he is very smart. At one time testing at the gifted level. Nonetheless, he’s failing most subjects at school. He’s late and/or tardy almost every day.
His new girlfriend is no winner. Sorry, but not sorry. Her behavior is the female equivalent to his. It’s as if they compare notes to try to one-up one another. I try to treat her kindly because I don’t want to create another wedge into our already dysfunctional relationship. However, I truly hope this will propel him to push her away too.
I have at least a half a dozen posts to complete about everything that has occurred over the last few weeks.
But I’m so tired. So heartbroken. Feeling so helpless.
What do you do when you believe you’ve tried everything to help your child, but nothing works?
How can you help him when he doesn’t want help?
