Just went through another morning from hell with our son. I feel like I'm trapped in Groundhog Day. Every day is the same. I give him his medication and just pray for some sanity until it kicks in an hour later. Until that time, he's pestering his sister (often hitting or pushing), running across the furniture, throwing and breaking things, picking up things he shouldn't, not eating breakfast, not getting dressed, just all around unpleasant to be around. I used to be a calm, happy person and now every morning I'm screaming so much my blood pressure must be sky-high. I know we're supposed to use 1-2-3 Magic, be calm, etc. etc., but when you have a seven-year-old spitting at you, destroying your house and belongings, defying your every word and causing total extreme chaos, it's just so incredibly difficult. I've tried sending him to time-out, but he defies that, too. He's too big and strong for me to carry up the stairs to his room anymore for time-out. I can't just leave the room because he can and will harm his sister.
I figured you all here would understand how it is in the mornings before meds kick in. I need some real-life coping strategies for when it's at its worst. I know what the therapist recommends (calmly tell him to stop, count, etc.), but find it simply not realistic anymore. I want to hear from those who suffer through this every day and have figured out how not to lose their minds or scar their kids for life with screaming. How do you basically corral a wild animal, for lack of a better description, and have a productive morning?