Marty and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

The title says it all.

I spoke in my last post about some small improvements. I don't want to trample all over those-- because D has improved in some areas.
But HOLY COW, yesterday was HORRIBLE!!!

I woke them both up at 11:20. I don't usually let them sleep that late, but we didn't have any plans yesterday morning so I figured it would be a treat.
By noon, I could tell that it was going to be a challenging day.

And it just went downhill from there.

I'm not talking a graceful, gently decline. I mean it was like the Demon Drop at Cedar Point.
By 12:45, it had plummeted... collapsed... crashed... taken a nose-dive... plunged... caved in... imploded... fallen hard and fast....
And as the sun worked it's way across the sky.... it just kept getting worse... and worse... and worse.

I think I called the chaperone 3... or was it 4 times?  All in the span of just a few hours.

Da finally apologized- right before it was time to go to bed. But only because he wanted all his stuff back that he'd thrown in our bedroom in a fit of anger.

The chaperone came over today to speak to both of them face to face... hoping it would be more effective than just a phone call. She was here for about 4 hours, and luckily (or not) she did see some of the behavior I'd called her about the day before-- though not NEARLY to the degree of yesterday's episodes.
Bless her heart, she tried to speak to Da several times over the course of the 4 hours, and he just wasn't having it. He'd listen for a little bit-- and then argue-- and then walk off. She would approach him again.. he'd argue.. and then walk off.

He also lost swimming privileges today for a couple of shenanigans he pulled in direct rebellion to very clear instructions I had given regarding fireworks/poppers/noise makers in the house. I was glad it happened while the chaperone was here.

There's been a lot of effort put forth by many on my behalf to figure out how to help Da adjust not only to life in the US, but life in a family... and also suggestions on how to "cope" when he's...well... doing what he does. So far, none of the suggestions put forth have worked but I haven't tried all of them yet, and for those that I HAVE tried that didn't work,  I'm willing to try again.

I hope the time with the chaperone helped today. Only time will tell.
He started sleepwalking again last night. So my one night reprieve was very short lived.
I am, however, thankful for that one night. It's the 1st full night's sleep I've had in 2 weeks.