Too Much!
How do I explain my living situation without the whole world turning against me? Because that is what today feels like. I was called to a meeting at the school with the Resource team under the guise of offering me assistance with their programs. Instead, I was sat in a room with 4 other people as they voiced their concerns about my family. It was a bunch of nit-picky little things that made me feel attacked and belittled. I was told Matthew's clothes look frumpy and disheveled. Funny, those are the clothes the school gave him. I was told I MUST walk my children to the bus stop each day even though I can see them from my front door or the bus driver will report me and the school

Comments
Recently, I have gotten a few spam comments. For this reason, I've decided to moderate all comments from now on. Sorry for the extra step. I enjoy everyone's comments very much, but I don't like finding an ad for Viagra in a post about a sick child. Thanks for understanding and I hope everyone continues to commment.

"Hamstees"
As the weather has gotten colder, the mice have started to make their way in. The boys think they're cute, so that's why we don't let them see the traps. Annoying little suckers, and noisy too. Keeping my kid's love of rodents in mind, hubby went to the pet store. Turns out he could get them a cute, fuzzy hamster for free if he payed $18 for a cage the size of a raisin. No, thank you. The very next day, I was at work and a customer came in. She was on her way to the pet store to unload some of her rapidly multiplying hamsters. Did I want one? For free? I couldn't dial hubby's phone fast enough. In the box, were 11 dwarf hamsters. Yeah, the ones the pet shop wants $18

An Update on Brandon
A while back, I posted that we were trying to get psychological assistance for Brandon for his behavioral issues. We were able to start him on medication and after one tweak to a higher dose, it seems to be working for him. Yesterday, we saw his psychologist for a second time. Lots and lots of questions were asked of me. I tried to explain things as clearly and fairly as I could. Brandon played with playdoh the entire time and was an angel. At the end of the session, I asked the doctor if she was leaning toward any diagnosis. She said no. Brandon is very complex. He doesn't fit into any one category and yet, we both agree that something is amiss with Brandon. You can see it, sen

To Be Thankful
One year ago, I was truly alone in the world. I had nothing left but my tears and my broken heart. In the aftermath of Tommy's death, the older boys stayed with their grandma while Rob and I settled things in South Carolina. Except nothing got settled. Instead, everything in my life went wrong. Rob left me and moved to Kansas. We tried to stay friends, but we were planning a divorce. Our home went into foreclosure, so instead of dealing with our fractured marriage and dealing with our grief, we packed things into separate sides of the rental storage shed. His things in boxes on one side and mine on the other. It shredded me. I moved to KY and stayed with my sister. I was a depre