A Labor Free Labor day

It was a labor free labor day. We lounged the morning part of the day. Brandon got his freak out on. It hasn't been often that we have been seeing this kind of behavior, so when he shows it we actually have the energy to deal with it. I asked Kaylin to go into her room and lock the door so he wouldn't hurt her. We talked to him, but he was past that. He started screaming and swearing, throwing things, hitting and biting. I'm still trying to figure out the trigger on this one. Our goal with therapy has been to catch him before he escalates and redirect him. Most of the time, that works, you have a very small window to redirect behavior before he gets "stuck" and there is no reasoning, no talking to him. Brandon is no longer there. He repeats the same thing over and over, sometimes longer than 45 minutes. Then he cries for another half hour, then, if we are lucky, he falls asleep and wakes up a new boy. If he doesn't fall asleep, he will cycle through and be kinda snuggly and insecure, then there is Brandon, back like he was never gone. We got past that melt down and putted around for most of the day. We wanted to go to the beach, since it has been raining all weekend. We called Pat and Tori to see what they were doing and they were already on their way to the beach. We started to make lunch so we could meet up with them, I told Brandon his lunch was ready and he was asleep on the couch, out cold. I let him sleep while I packed up the beach stuff. Tori called and told me all the beaches were a mess because of hurricane Gustav and the only people at the beach were surfers and it was all churned up and nasty. We ended up meeting them at Boca Grande, at our sweet little fishing spot. It has shaded, tree covered areas. We relaxed and chit chatted while the boys waded out in the muck and fished. Tori wanted to go out to dinner, since it was her birthday. She wanted to know if we wanted to come. I told her as long as it isn't too late or expensive. We ended up going to the Lock and Key on Manasota Beach. We got there after 9. Everything on the menu was ridiculously priced. Dinners were over 18 bucks. Rick, the kids, and I shared appetizers. Tori and Pat ordered big old giant dinners, with appetizers, drinks, and dessert. We got home at 10:30, which was too late for a school night. Brandon woke up being an asshole. I say that because I mean it. He was truly an asshole. I barely got him dressed before the bus came. He called me a bitch and punched me in the face. It was a lovely morning (comment dripping with sarcasm).

He did have a good day at school today. He got a 96% on his point sheet. He called me when he got home. He was really upset that the babysitter brought her kids today. He was freaking out about there germs all over the place. I told if that mommy wouldn't let the germs hurt him and would make them go away when she got home with her magic spray. This actually seemed to help and he said he would be nice to them.