Living in lala land
So to get into more detail, my 6 yr old step son visits with my husband and I on thursdays and fridays every week. Plus my husband takes him to and from school mon-fri. His sons mom had no job, just had another baby from a random person who is obviously not around anymore and lives off of the 600 dollars a month that she receives in child support plus whatever her second baby daddy gives her. So considering the fact that she has all this free time on her hands, wouldn’t it makes sense for her to take her son to and from school? Especially when my husband gets off at 4am and only sleeps for three hours before having to drive 20 mins to her house just to turn around and take him to the school 2 mins away from ours. Hello talk about a safety hazard having a person behind the wheel after only a few hours of sleep with a small child in the car! I honestly feel like I’m living is some kind of alternate universe when I see the level of logic that people seem to lack. I love my husband but blame him for this! This is only happening because he allows it! Now my step son is a whole different issue. He poops on himself constantly just because he simply doesn’t want to stop playing and go to the bathroom. He’s six! He stinks all the time and I literally have to ask him repeatedly if he pooped on himself to even get anything close to an answer then have to spend ten mins convincing him to go to the bathroom and “check”. Then, I always have to ask if he’s washed his hand and I can’t forget to include the “with soap” part or he will just use water. Every time he touches me I instinctively wish I could just push him off, though I don’t. He follows me everywhere (I hate to complain because I know many people wish their step kids liked them) but I can’t help but to be disgusted by him. I can tell my family members don’t like him going to their houses as he is SO LOUD, runs everywhere, and left poop droppings all over my sisters carpet! I hate to talk badly about a child and feel awful about it but he can just be plain weird sometimes as far as his personality goes. It’s not funny or cute, just plain old strange. He bossily commands me to get him food, drinks, buy him things, etc. He grabs things out of my hands and talks about two inches away from my face while leaning completely into me at all times. So on the two nights that he sleeps over, my husband and I sleep in the living room and let him have our room and bed so he can be comfortable and safe. I walked into MY room that I so kindly allow him to sleep in and this child looks at me and asks me why I’m always going into HIS room. Ridiculous. When in public, I tell him to stay close, he just looked at me and goes as far as he can without being unseen and says “what? I’m still close”. Just to get on my nerves! He sits there and rubs on face and plays in my hair and I kindly ask him in the sweetest way to please stop. He says “why? It’s so soft” um so?! It’s my hair! A six year old should not even feel that confident questioning an adult so often when they tell them to do or not do something. My husband just causally sits and watches as he misbehaves and I think this stems from his own mother telling him he’s too strict with his son. I’m like hello you’re a grown man and should know how to raise you’re own child. My step son just started school and we have already been informed that he has a horrible attitude and is the only kid that NEVER knows what to do because he doesn’t pay attention in class. While my husband was surprised, I would have dropped dead in shock if I heard anything other than negative feedback I mean, come on. Just needed to vent! Wow, nothing in life prepared me for how hard it would be to live life with a person that already had a child. I am about to start opening my mouth and making the necessary changes because I can’t take another day of this. Thankfully my hubby is the sweet and receptive type so hopefully things will change for the better. Hopefully my rant didn’t sound hateful because I truly hope the best for my little family.
You and DH give up YOUR room and you wonder why this kid is a
waste of skin? Really?
No more giving up your bed. The kid goes on the floor and that is where he sleeps when he visits... PERIOD! With his choice on bowel usage I would put him on a rubber inflatable mattress with no sheet. He can park his nasty butt on a raw rubber mattress to sleep. No pillow, no clothe anything that he can soil. When he craps his bed... hand him a bucket, rags, Lysol and get his nasty ass scrubbing.
No one holds this kid accountable... so you do it.
No more touching you, no more demanding anything and for F-sake no more crapping his pants. Confront these behaviors. If your DH isn't parenting then you do it. If DH doesn't like how you do that then he can step up and get it done before you have to. If he refuses to do that then he can STFU and do what he is told along with SS.
If SS touches you you slap him on the back of the hand and tell him to knock it off.... zero tolerance.
If he gets in your face or demands anything rather than politely asking and behaving appropriately then grab him by the ear, give it a twist, and march him to the nearest corner where you plant his nose firmly then swat him on the butt and tell him to stay there until he can figure out how to speak to adults respectfully and keep his stinky face away from yours.
And any time he walks in your home DH marches him straight to the shower, scrubs him off with Dawn and a Brillo pad (kidding the Brillo pad), throws his shit stenchified clothes away and puts him in a clean white T-shirt and a diaper and he stays in that outfit until he is delivered back to BM. If he soils the diaper then lather, rinse and repeat on the whole process. If he is going to behave as a toddler, he gets treated as a toddler.
If the family goes out to dinner, the shit beast goes dressed in his diaper. It will take exactly one time for him to realize that public humiliation is not something he likes and he will stop crapping himself. At least that is what I forecast.
That your hubby is the sweet and receptive type is the root cause of this problem. DH needs to open his damned eyes, put a hand between his legs and grab a big ole handful of man sack and make an effort to cease being the total waste of parental skin that he currently is.
Wow, this guy pisses me off.
Take care of you.
Good luck.