So yesterday was pretty interesting. After the last freak out at school when the BM had to call the cops on her own son because she couldn't get him to go to school it was decided that she would not be dropping him off anymore. She was supposed to have somebody else take him to daycare, she can't even manage to make him go there either, and have daycare drop him off at school. She managed to do this on Thrusday and Friday of last week but decided that on Monday of this week, which just happens to be the beginning of DH's week, that she's going to drop him off. We discovered she was planning on doing this because DH called her Sunday night to ask her what her plan was. He told her no and that he was going to pick SS up in the morning on the following day. BM of course didn't want to do this but she had no choice because it's stated in the custody order that it's his parenting time. So of course it needs to be on her terms so she agrees to it but tells him that he can't pick SS up until 8:40. I told DH that I would take him to school but he needs to be there much earlier, like around 7:00, so that way if SS has one of his I don't want to leave BM freak outs it gives him almost two hours to calm himself down for school. Well that never happened.

By the time DH showed up with SS and SD it was almost 8:50. SS refused to get out of his truck. When DH walked away SS tried to lock the car doors, which would have sucked because DH left his key in the ignition. DH was able to get to the last door before he got it locked. DH ended up leaving the driver side door open this time and went to get SS out of the back. SS again locks all three closed doors and then tries to get to the open door and get it closed and then lock it. DH was able to get to the door and prevent it from happening again. DH sat there in the back seat trying to coax SS out, which wasn't working, so I finally told him to pull him out of the car and get him into mine which DH did. As I was buckling SS up he was screaming in my face as loud as he could. DH finally had to put his hand over SS's mouth because he wouldn't stop.

As soon as he was buckled I jumped into the car and took off to school to drop everybody off. As I'm driving 45 mph down the street outside of our subdivision SS starts violently kicking the back of my seat. Everytime I looked back at him to tell him to stop he would try and kick me in the face. I finally had to slide out of my seat belt so that I could reach back behind me to try and restrain him. (I knew that if I pulled over or stopped SS was going to bail out of the car and I was going to have to chase him through traffic driving 45 - 50 mph and I didn't want to chance him getting hit by a car.) As I'm trying to restrain him he was kicking, clawing, and pinching me. Some how through out all of this I ended up in on comning traffic and almost ended up off the road.

I finally got to school and pulled up to drop everybody off. Both SD and my BD got out of the car at the drop off spot but SS refused. So I pulled into a parking space and got out, made sure to grab my keys, and opened the back door and told SS to get out and go to school. He refused and opened the door on the other side of the car and bolted out into the parking lot. I ended up chasing this kid through the busy parking lot and thankfully DH, who had followed me, was able to catch him. Of course the principal and his teacher are outside watching the whole thing so they came over to try and get SS into school. SS just screamed at the both of them.

It was finally decided by all parties involved that SS would not be attending school for the day and would go home instead. DH had to force SS back into my car and buckle him up. SS refused to be buckled and unbuckled his seat belt. DH told SS after he buckled him for the second time that if he unbuckled himself again that DH was going to pop his giant floating remote controlled shark. SS waited for DH to walk away from my car and unbuckled himself. At this point I was not going to fight with him anymore so I just drove home. (I did make sure to turn the child safety locks on this time.) When I got home SS refused to get out of the car like he did at school and tried to get out the other door and bolt like he did at the school but found that the door wouldn't open from the inside anymore. He then proceeded to try and kick out my window. I reached in the car and drug his little butt out. The whole time he was trying to kick the other window out in my car and was kicking me.

I finally got him into the house and into his room where I put him on his bed. I turned around and went to walk out of the room when one of his shoes wizzed by me. I turned just in time to watch him chuck the other one at me. I grabbed the shoes and walked out of the room and closed the door behind me. DH comes home grabs his floating shark, walks into SS's room, and pops it right in front of SS while he's screaming no no no at DH.

Now his room had already been stripped of all of his toys because of him assaulting a police officer and spitting in his face Wednesday of last week because he didn't want to go to school but there is a shelf high up on his wall that we left stuff on. (Not toys, just decorations for his ocean themed room.) He managed to get a hold of his sea shells and started throwing them at the door where they burst into little pieces. So Both DH and I removed all of the decorations from his walls and the shelving, plus DH took his bed out and just left the mattress on the floor. So at this point SS has four walls, a floor, and a ceiling. DH asked SS a question and SS refused to answer so DH went and got one of his toys and a hammer went back to SS's room and asked SS to answer the question. SS refused. So DH took a hammer to one of his toys. DH asks him to answer again. SS refuses so DH asked me to go and get another one of his toys, which I did. DH gives SS a couple more chances to answer and SS refuses so DH takes a hammer to that toy. After that DH asks him to answer again. SS refuses again. DH asks me to go and get another one his toys again. This time I grabbed his big remote control monster truck. When SS sees me walk in with that one he freaks out and finally answers DH's question.

SS also got his bare ass spanked twice, had to sit in his room all day with nothing to do, had to write sentences, had to eat at a different time then the girls did (which was timed because it'll take him an hour to eat when he knows he has to go to his room after dinner), didn't get to do the Christmas count down calendar, didn't get a treat, went to bed an hour and a half early, and didn't get to socialize with anybody. The girls have both been instructed to not talk to him for the rest of the week unless they want the same punishment.

I have no freaking clue what to do with this kid. He went to school today. I could tell he was a little iffy once we got there but he went regardless. This is just insane. He could have killed us all yesterday with that little stunt that he pulled while I was driving. I have told DH for years now that his kid is out of control and has no respect for him. DH states that he's on board with me now and that SS has no respect for any adult or authority figure and he's going to fix that. How? I have no clue. I told DH that because legally the exchange is supposed to be done on Sunday nights at 6:00 between him and BM with the kids that he needs to start doing that. If SS wants to have one of him BM freak outs fine. He can do it on Sunday night and then go to school on Monday. (These freak outs usually only happen when BM has been around or still is around SS.) And that way BM can't decide to experiment with SS and see if he'll let her take him to school on DH's day where DH has to leave work and deal with SS if it doesn't because technically it's not BM's day.

Any suggestions on what to do? I'm at a freaking loss here.