Mother's Day

I had this whole long post about today, and then soemthing weird happened and all of a sudden I was looking at a old draft instead of what I'd just written.

I hate losing something I've just finished polishing up.

I made the teen write to his mom today. I threatened to take the computer away for a week if he didn't at least send her an email. So, after much pouting and sulking and complaining, he wrote to her. I don't know if I did the right thing. I just muddled through, like I do with most of life it seems. I just couldn't bear the thought of her being alone and sad on Mother's Day because her son was too busy being angry to think outside of himself. I hope someday he'll think back on this and be glad I forced the issue. I hope he doesn't think back on it from a therapist's office, while talking about how I was the worst thing to ever happen to him.

Everbody's sick, but getting better. I'm not sure how to handle the teen staying home from school. I've never had to do this before! He called home from school Thursday to come and get him, so that's a day and a half. He said tonight he still feels crummy, but I hate to think of him missing another day. Not to mention I have a healthy mistrust of his report of his symptoms. He makes it sound like he's about to die, but he looks just fine, and certainly was well enough to want to stay on the computer all day.

Besides, I remember when I was a kid trying to get out of school.

The baby has finally figured out that food isn't just for the fun of new sensations. She's actually eating to satiate her hunger, now.

And now she's crying, so I'll go and try to get her back to sleep.