Breaking Point - Oh yeah, we're there.

I came home (as in walked in the door and 2 seconds later....) through a blizzard last night to son's sweet little face looking at me earnestly and asking if we could go to the school family dance. Well, no dear son. You see when the notice and the ticket order form came home you declared that you wanted nothing to do with it. You declared this vehemently, and repeatedly. You also said you don't like to dance. That you wouldn't dance. Therefore, being and idiot, I didn't buy you tickets.

There was crying, foot stomping, 2 time outs...don't even get me started on the boy. Let's just say at one point hand met bottom and trust me, it wasn't hubby's hand or my bottom. He came down from purgatory (aka his room) and apologized for acting that way.....then bounded off happy as a clam while I sat on the floor rocking back and forth with my head spinning. Motherhood rocks.

I've debated writing about this next issue. It's son's issue and not really something I think he'd want out there (I'm thinking later down the line of course....) so details will be vague. He was in a school in the "hood" for 1/2 of Kindergarten and 1/2 of grade one. We don't live in the "hood" but because we are a newly developed community there is no school. Whatever...we were willing to give it a go. He was removed from that school, and spent months with a child psychologist after that point. Needless to say and without going into detail, not a fan of it. We got a notice last night from his current school (that only goes up to his grade right now - 3) that he will have to go back to the school from HELL next year. NOT impressed. Not even willing to consider it at this point. I have a somewhat emotional and dramatic message in to the director - I'm expecting either a call back or men in white suits with a really cool jacket today.

I made it through the whole day yesterday without popping any pills. I consider that pretty freaking remarkable given that it appears I'm going to be sick forever. The head pain gets worse at night for some reason. Maybe I'm just less busy and notice it more. I held off till 10pm then took a couple of Tylenol 3's. By 10:30 sweet oblivion started kicking in and I got a pretty good sleep. And then I woke up. Nauseated. I don't do well with that. Spent most of the morning on the couch. Rather than having to remind daughter that she needs to lift the spoon with cereal on it, put it in her mouth, and actually chew and swallow, I pulled out the kitchen timer and told her I want her bowl empty by the time it's done. Then I laid on the couch, with chills waiting to die. I guess the pills are great for pain relief and sleep, not so much for tummy issues. I took a couple muscle relaxants this morning and I'm munching on dry Cheerios at my desk right now. Seems to be OK, I think I'll get over it. And that timer is going to be visiting again on Monday morning. Way easier.

Oh, and daughter is officially fraction impaired. 2 hours to complete her homework last night. Sweet Lord above, does she REALLY need to know this crap? I can guarantee you she won't be doing anything with this crap in it when she's grown up. Math should be optional. Or tutors free. I'm not a picky person, I'll take either at this point.