jadedmusings: (ATLA - Chibi :D)
Yesterday was our annual IEP meeting at the school for the kiddo. I went in anxious because the last couple of years have been us going round and round about them insisting the kiddo is on the autistic spectrum while I (someone who has actually worked with children on the spectrum) plus a couple of doctors have said he's not. Last year they were very pessimistic about his social skills and, well, I was on the verge of pulling him out and homeschooling until we found a suitable private school for him if we had another bad year.

Yesterday it was like I went to a meeting for an entirely different child. In May, they were convinced he was never going to get any better without a lot of intervention and assistance (even hinting at the possibility he might need an aide, or someone to come in every now and then). Yesterday, a mere five months later after he's had a summer break, they remarked that he's now eating lunch and talking with his peers, playing with them at recess, and he's even been giving at least one presentation in class where he's had to stand up in front of everyone and talk. He's, for the first time, spontaneously saying "Hi, Mrs. [Name]," to the teachers and principal when he passes them in the hallway, which catches them off-guard because he's always needed to be spoken to first. He's socially caught up and making friends.

One story his teacher told us was that one student in his class had his snack, but didn't want to finish it because it was too sweet. The kiddo saw and heard him say this and went over with his snack (cheese nips) and said to the kid, "Here, we can share mine if you like." Last year he barely talked to any of his peers and was a loner.

Academically, his math scores are damn near 100s (and have always been high), but it's reading where he's always lacked that he's picking up steam. He's reading consistently at/a little above grade level for the first time plus demonstrating far better reading comprehension (and his teacher says it'll only improve the more he reads). He's gone from reading the bare minimum required by his teachers to having to be told in class to put his book away and complete task. Now, the focus is on getting him to be better organized and to remember to turn in his work. (He even comes home and tells me, "I'm turning off the TV so I won't be distracted while I read." No, I am not making that up. Yes, I do consider myself lucky.)

As of yesterday he has completely exited out of the occupational therapy portion of his in-school therapies, and they are scaling back to one thirty-minute speech session per week. Since he was three years old he's been going twice per week, and for the first time this year his speech therapist mentioned the possibility of him exiting the speech therapy program next year. I nearly fell out of my chair when I heard that as last year had me worried he'd be going to speech therapy through middle school at least.

He still obviously has speech issues, and verbally he doesn't like to speak more than one to three words in response to questions (unless he's the one who started talking first); however, when asked to write a paragraph about something, he will write several sentences that are punctuated correctly with proper grammar and sentence structure (despite still sometimes using improper grammar in his speech, i.e. "She seen a bird."). His occupational therapist read one paragraph he wrote about his field trip and said, "I know children in middle school who couldn't do that well." His handwriting is improving and letter spacing is damn near perfect, and he's catching up a bit to his peers by practicing cursive.

At home we're going to start working on his reading aloud. He still has a tendency to want to rush through words and trying to speak while inhaling. So every now and then I'll ask him to read a paragraph of what he's reading to me and I'll be helping him with projection and pacing (as well as occasionally reminding him about his "L" blends/sounds, one of his weaknesses).

As for the transformation, I credit the teacher he has this year. Technically she's a substitute for the fourth grade teacher who had a serious accident or medical injury before school started. This substitute took over for his teacher last year when she was out on maternity leave and is there at least through the holidays. She knew about the kiddo and his limitations, and he really connected with her last year and this year. She has let him sit with her on school trips and at lunch, and has encouraged him to be social. She loves him so much that I think she'd kidnap him and take him home if she could. I'm going to be keeping an eye out for a holiday present for her, something nice she can use along with a letter explaining to her how much this means to us. (There's no idea if the "real" teacher will be able to return this year, and the consensus seems to be there's now a possibility she will not return for the school year at this point.)

When we were walking to the parking lot after the meeting Sam said, "It took everything I had not to tell them, 'We told you so!'" Me, I've been too ecstatic and overjoyed to gloat about how we always believed in the kiddo and knew with the right amount of patience and understanding, he'd pull through. He's always blown away everyone's expectations of him, always surprising everyone (including me) with what he can do.

I worried yesterday was a dream so I've been telling everyone I could about it. Sam's mom gave me a hug and said, "You knew it all along," and she'd been someone to always back me up in my belief the kiddo was capable of far more than the school seemed ready to believe.

So my son has a bright future ahead of him, and he's really coming out of his shell socially and academically. It's been a long, very bumpy road, but now I see an end to it and I slept better last night than I have in months. To celebrate yesterday's news, we're going out after school to the mall, maybe a movie, and then some clothes shopping (which he won't be as happy about, but he needs new jeans since he's managed to put a hole in nearly every pair he owns). He's earned a huge treat.


Feb. 8th, 2013 09:36 am
jadedmusings: (ATLA - Toph Rocks Fall)
So we spent nearly two weeks without a car due to the truck being in the shop and then being told the bill was a staggering $720. Ouch doesn't begin to cover it, especially since this coincided with the kiddo's ninth birthday on Superbowl Sunday. Financially, we're okay, just a little tighter than intended and the kiddo was happy to wait until we can actually, you know, drive somewhere and pick up his presents.

We got the truck back Monday, which thankfully we could do easily as there was no school due to all the snow we got over the weekend. Unfortunately due to missing several days this past month to snow, the county determined they would have Saturday school on the ninth to start making up for the missed days. Also, this is the week the kiddo started after-school tutoring for Math on Wednesdays, which will also help erase any unexcused absences. This Wednesday was also the one day we could see friends of the family visiting from out of town. The kiddo had homework on top of the after-school tutoring, so by the time we had dinner and were talking with everyone, he was tired and grumpy, and decided that he'd pick that night to be switch places with his once-in-a-blue-moon bratty self. I was embarrassed to say the least because this was the first time I was introducing him to this part of the social circle. None of this helped my anxiety and stress, and I withdrew for the evening, and it was noticed by family, which only added to my guilt and my old issues of, "Why must I be an introvert? Other people are social all the time and do just fine!"

Even with all of this, we figured since Saturday school is only half a day, we could take Sam's dad up on the offer to go try disc golf again (think golf with frisbees) as it's a hobby we both thought would be great for the whole family to take up (good exercise, time outdoors in the mountains, win-win). Then, last night I noticed the kiddo's eyes looking a bit irritated and his left eye maybe a little puffy. I thought maybe it was an allergic reaction to some dust or something one of the pets may have brought in, but he's never in his nine years showed any sort of allergy to anything. So, I sent him to take a warm bath and told him to wash his face just in case. He looked a little better afterward and I thought that would be the end of it, that he'd had a random flare up to something weird.

Until he woke up this morning and needed a washcloth to wipe the gunk away from his eyes so he could open them, and his left eye was nearly swollen shut.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have pink eye. In both eyes. What the actual fuck?

I called the school to let them know and asked if anyone had reported any pink eye and was told, "You're the first." Naturally. The good news is he's acting like his usual self and would probably run amok outside if I let him, his eyes just look, well, pink and puffy and he says they itch a little. They'e cleared up some, but if you look, it's still red and irritated and there's a bit of gunk forming on his eyelashes. I'm not risking sending him to school and having him spread it. I don't want to be that parent.

Anyway, now we're going to head to the doctor and get an excuse for today, some medicine (if it's bacterial, that is), and see if she thinks we ought to keep him home Saturday so he doesn't accidentally infect other kids (and get an excuse for that day too). I hope we can just get a generic antibiotic if he needs it (should be easy considering he's not like me and allergic to all the ones there are generic counterparts for).
jadedmusings: (Firefly - Women are awesome)
As of this writing, my birthday has been officially over for an hour, but as I haven't gone to bed yet I'm still counting it as part of my birthday.

I have been on this earth for 32 years now, and so far as I can tell I've got quite a few years left to go barring, of course, unforeseeable events such as a meteor falling on my head or a tree toppling over and crushing me. Given how things tend to happen in my life, I'm not ruling either of those out, especially on the latter since I insist on living in rural, wooded areas.

For gifts this year Sam has promised me a copy of Dragon Age 2 since I keep going back and forth over getting it and he wants me to quit dithering over it. From his sister we had free night of babysitting which allowed us to have a quiet New Year's Eve spent at home and then a nice night out today with his parents for dinner and a movie (we saw The Hobbit). His mother is doing something awesome and is going to let me design my own set of pottery for the house, so I have to arrange a time to go visit her at her studio to help come up with a design and colors for it. Trust me when I say this is one of the best gifts I could get. Just yesterday I was looking at my dwindling and chipped dinnerware thinking I should look into purchasing some new plates and bowls this year, and now I get to design my own (with the help of a very talented artist, of course). It'll be unique and nobody else will have it. Yep, I'm going to be the hipster of ceramics. Aren't you jealous?

Anyway, the best gift I got wasn't really a gift. It was a phone call from Sam's grandparents, who we spent Christmas with. His grandmother called to wish me a happy birthday, which was special for several reasons, the first being that none of my grandparents are living any longer so I don't get to hear it from them or anyone in my family apart from my mother. The second being that this is the first time I've truly felt welcomed by someone else's family, and for someone with my history that's more precious than anything anyone could ever buy me.

As for Christmas, that's a whole other post that I may never write up. Suffice to say we had a wonderful holiday and I'm not sure, but I feel like Sam and I both feel a bit refreshed and ready to face another year together. However, I'm annoyed that the kiddo has to go back to school tomorrow/later today (yes, on January 2) as I'd very much love at least one or two more days of relaxation. Oh well, c'est la vie.

I'm going to work on a list of goals for 2013 to post later. No, not a list of resolutions, just assorted goals.

Oh, and I did forget one other gift I received in the mail: A tax notice from the county telling me taxes are due on the truck. I guess if it's a choice between death and taxes, I'll take the taxes.
jadedmusings: (Ming Ming Sewious)
Yesterday, I finally got to play again and managed to get my reputation to Revered with the Order of the Cloud Serpents. This meant, of course, I did the sky race for the first time. Before hand you're given a couple of quests showing you the route and then going through collecting the ten checkpoints. Despite this, I still had trouble following the route and missed a checkpoint, twice. Yes, pretty much part for the course for me when it comes to figuring things out, and of course the kiddo had come to see my new dragon and see what all the fuss was about. After turning in the last quest, I learned I'd actually get to compete in the race that day and this happened:

JADE: (Half-muttered.) "I'm so going to lose."
KIDDO: (Waits until I hit "Accept" and then runs out of the room.)
JADE: "Where are you going? I thought you wanted to see the race."
KIDDO: (Clearly distressed.) "I can't watch you lose!"
JADE: "...are you crying?"
KIDDO: (Beat. Sniff.) "No, I just don't want to watch you lose!"
JADE: (Suddenly feels immense guilt for her self-deprecation, even if it wasn't completely serious.)

I convinced him to come back into the room after assuring him I wasn't going to lose, that I just might come in second or third since it was my first time. Having said that, of course I earned the How to Strain Your Dragon achievement.

My child, I tell you, has no confidence in my mad WoW skills.
jadedmusings: (NCIS - Abby Unbelievable)
As my previous entry was about how lucky I've been in a computer game, this entry demonstrates my luck doesn't necessarily extend to real life.

Way back in 2002, I purchased a Buddha statue from a local metaphysical shop (no longer in business, but those of you from Columbia, SC, might remember Joyful Alternative). I've never been a Buddhist, but for spiritual reasons I love the statues as I also feel just a smidge of, well, peacefulness when I look at one. I know it sounds a bit silly, but for someone with anxiety issues, this little bit of peace is nice to obtain from something so simple.

Anyway, today I was doing some overdue dusting on the shelves where all my Buddhas sit, including the one I've had for a decade. I set it on a chair I had nearby and dusted like I normally do. Today, however, I also had to bring the vacuum cleaner over to suck up some cobwebs I saw in the corner near the ceiling and some dust bunnies under the shelves where the vacuum doesn't normally go.

Somehow, I'm not sure how, I knocked Buddha off the chair and directly onto my foot. This statue weighs about three to five pounds. Miracle of miracles I did not turn the air blue with a string of choice words, but there was some whimpering an moaning while I was picturing myself in the ER with a nurse asking, "Now, how did you break your foot?" and wondering the sort of stares I was going to get when I responded, "Buddha fell on it."

So far there's no swelling. I can feel a little knot and I think tomorrow my foot is going to be quite colorful. It was a bit sore to walk on when I went out to meet the bus with the kiddo, but that was more to do with my shoes putting pressure on it than anything else.

As for my Buddha statue, he lost his head. Literally. Fortunately we had some gorilla glue, and when I last checked his head seems to be firmly reattached. I was worried because I love this statue, and there isn't a whole lot I've managed to hold onto from that time in my life apart from the emotional baggage that is my life.

And then the school called to inform me that the kiddo was getting out early due to another waterline bust. This time at the middle school. The bright side is at least homework is done early today.


Sep. 5th, 2012 08:52 pm
jadedmusings: (Supernatural - Dean Oh My Gravy)
After playing around inside the house and bouncing around all evening, kiddo came in to tell me around 7:30 he wasn't feeling well, so I sent him to the bath. After the bath, he told me he was going to lie down and rest long before his 9:00 PM bed time, and not five minutes later, I hear the sounds of retching. All over his bedsheets.

Gross bodily function discussion under here. )
jadedmusings: (R&G Are Dead - Players Die)
So Kiddo wound up sleeping all afternoon, waking up briefly around 8pm and falling promptly back to sleep about an hour and a half later after keeping down some dry toast and a sandwich. Sunday, he started off a bit sluggish, but finished off strong and was pulling random toys out of his closet. Off to school today for him.

Meanwhile, I've got stomach trouble and am starting to feel some mild nausea. As usual, if someone so much as says the words, "Stomach bug" within my vicinity, I catch it. Then again, it might just stay with me feeling oogy, but we'll see.
jadedmusings: (NCIS - Abby Unbelievable)
Sam left for work about half an hour ago. Kiddo, who's been a little sluggish but otherwise seemed fine, just vomited and is now laying on my bed taking a nap and voluntarily turned off cartoons to do so. If he's turning off the television to nap on a Saturday afternoon, you know he's sick.

Second week of school and the tally so far is one very minor head cold (that lasted for, like, a day and a half for the kiddo), and now a stomach bug. He's not running a fever and he's not complaining of any other aches, though I suspect when evening hits, he might spike a slight fever going by previous stomach bugs. If he gets sick again tomorrow, I won't be letting him go to school on Monday as I'll want him to go 24 hours without any vomiting first.
jadedmusings: (Supernatural - Dean Oh My Gravy)
This year for his spelling assignments, the kiddo only has to pick one activity from a list and do it each week. (However, after September, if he makes 85 or better on the previous week's spelling test--and I feel compelled to add he's never scored lower than an 88 on a spelling test--he won't have to do any activity so long as he keeps testing well. Of course, being the mean mother I am, I will still make him take practice tests to be sure he's keeping up regardless of if he has to do it or not.) So, today, I'm looking over the list of activities and I see one that lets him write the letter of each word in a different color.

"Aha," I said, "this is quick, easy, and fun. He'll be done in no time."

That was about half an hour ago. Little did I know my son is an artiste and is carefully picking out the markers before he spells each word so he can make sure he has the prettiest spelling list in the world. Consider me rather chagrined, though I guess I do appreciate the opportunity to catch up on some blogs and see what news is happening. He's dilligently working and not getting distracted, so I'm not going to sweat it if it takes him a bit longer. If he were just doing it in pencil, I know he'd be finished quickly.

Oh, and by the way, we did math first, and he just sailed right through it like he never had summer break. The only place where he needed help was wording a response to one question asking what was wrong with an example number line. I questioned him first, and he knew the answer, but, per his disorder, he needed a little assistance making a coherent answer.

After this, it's reading. Last week he picked up Bunnicula, and we practiced retelling the story as we went along. It's a bit helpful when it's a chapter book as each chapter gives us something to practice recapping and retelling. This is his weakest area, but one he's determined to work through.
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I have repeatedly been frustrated with the school. They refuse to acknowledge his initial diagnosis of Expressive Language Disorder and continue to insist he must be on the spectrum despite his lacking several key symptoms (and the opinion of other doctors). Frustrated again, this morning I just googled his disorder and found this video on YouTube, and...for the first time in a long time I don't feel so alone. I know, that's rather stupid and silly for a YouTube video, but I watched it and while this girl has better articulation than the kiddo (at the time of filming, she was two years older than the kiddo is now), the way she talks and the subtitles on the video explaining things hit very close to home.

This is the frustration the kiddo experiences, and he's developing a habit of trying to get out of having to tell anyone anything by saying, "I don't know," even though he does very well know and does understand, he just can't demonstrate it in a way that's satisfactory to them.

I've told the school that we are going to reschedule his appointment (or find a different place, perhaps involve a trip back to SC if I have to since I know the area there much better) and that I am looking into other schooling options for him. I don't know how we'll do it given how rural the area we live in is, but I'll find a way.

Growing Up

Aug. 6th, 2012 08:18 am
jadedmusings: (NCIS - Abby Unbelievable)
The kiddo started his first day of third grade this morning. (Yes, they start incredibly early around here, but then again he got out around May 18.) I swear I was just dropping him off at Kindergarten yesterday.

So far, his teacher seems nice enough, and, apart from a brief panic about not remembering his lunch/library number, the kiddo was eager to get back (they'll remind him what his number is). This afternoon we're going out to pick up some more pencils and a new backpack, and maybe a lunch time treat (today is only a half-day).

I'm anxious, and have been going over other options if he starts to have some of the same problems as last year, but the teacher seems different from last year at least.
jadedmusings: (Ming Ming Sewious)
Another Valentine's is upon us with another party at school. We have made our Valentine's and attached candy.

And another year goes by that I resist the temptation to print up little informative pamphlets about Lupercalia. Ahem.
jadedmusings: (ATLA - Chibi :D)
I nearly died of laughter today, and here's why. To set the scene, the kiddo came home from school and I looked through his binder to see what homework was, if there was anything extra we needed to do, etc. He came over to stand next to me while I was looking over one sheet (just a sheet he did in school, nothing really important), and here's what happened:

* Jade looks over worksheet, not suspecting anything.

Kiddo: "Flip it over." *reaches over and flips sheet.*

* Jade dies of laughter.

Suddenly! A wild Sam appears! Unable to speak through her tears of laughter, Jade hands the sheet over to Sam, who promptly sputters and gives Kiddo a hug.

What I found on the back. WARNING: Do not drink anything while reading the rest. )
jadedmusings: (ATLA - Chibi :D)

February 3, 2004

Eight years ago tonight, my life changed forever. My little boy is entering the tail end of his first decade of life. Though he's been through a lot in his short life and still has several obstacles ahead of him, through it all he's always bounced back to try even harder to overcome any challenge thrown his way. He's always got a hug and a smile for everyone he meets, and he has a laugh that lights up his entire face.

Eight years ago I never thought the best part of each and every day of my life would be hearing the words, "I love you, Mom."

Happy Birthday, Kiddo. You are my favorite person in the entire world, and more precious to me than I'll ever be able to say.

Eight more pictures under here, one for every year. )
jadedmusings: (Firefly - Christmas)
I didn't really do this last year, but I thought this year I'd offer lots of picture spam from our Christmas weekend. This will be divided into two posts, the first primarily dealing with Santa and the kiddo with a special appearance from Jack. Next post will be pictures of some wonderful gifts Sam and I received from his parents and sisters.

First up, the Santa swag.

Unwrapping Presents = SRS BSNS

Nine more pictures under here. )
jadedmusings: (NCIS - Tim Doubts Your Sincerity)
First, the good: Kiddo is officially out of school for the holidays. Hooray!

The ranting: Started sneezing this morning and have been having random sneezing fits throughout the day. Usually this is a sign that I am headed for a head cold, right when I don't need it. Not only is Mom coming up here Sunday and we have to clean the house, I'm also supposed to be meeting Sam's maternal grandparents for the first time. Great first impression, huh? "Hi, nice to meet you. Pardon me while I blow my nose and try not to cough all over you and the food."

Oh, and did I mention I'm making my mother's semi-famous corn and string bean casserole, my grandmother's no-bake pumpkin pie, and candied yams? I really, really, really hope the sneezing has been some sort of fluke.

And I'm just grumpy after dealing with jerks in LFR (hey, asshats, rp is not "gay," though it is pretty damned fabulous) in WoW and then having guildies forget to invite me to the second half of Dragon Soul. I'll probably run it by myself tomorrow and just hope I don't have to deal with too many jerks. Didn't help that the first part of it I lagged horribly because, apparently, even when a download is capped, WoW doesn't like ANYTHING to be using bandwidth. (Strangely enough, it's fine with someone running another MMO--Sam was playing CoH--but downloads? To paraphrase Little John from BBC's Robin Hood "Downloads it does not like!")

Anyway, I bought two new books, found some Nag Champa incense at the Asheville Mall today (I've been out for months), and some lavender oil on the cheap. Santa, however, was a no go. Kiddo didn't really want to go because he reasoned he'd already sent Santa an email and got a response, so why repeat what the man already knows? (That, and I suspect he's been feeling more and more self conscious about talking to strangers lately.) We were going to insist he do it anyway, but $21 was the cheapest picture package and that plus the probably half-hour to hour wait in line was so not going to be worth it.

Also, the kiddo got Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz today (seasonally appropriate, I know), which I'm eager to read to him because, holy cow, nostalgia like whoa. I used to own all three and read them over and over and over. The first time my third grade teacher read "The Thing" to us, it terrified me so much I had to get Mom to reassure me that night. And then...I wanted more.


Dec. 12th, 2011 05:33 pm
jadedmusings: (ATLA - Aang Water Octopus)
We stopped by the bank today so I could deposit my monthly check. The usual teller wasn't working at the window and the one who handled the check apparently didn't see the kiddo in the back seat. As we pulled away, kiddo noticed the absence of his standard sucker and/or stickers, so he got a little upset and a little whiny.

Jade: (teasing) "Don't cry!"

Kiddo: (wipes at eyes) "I'm NOT crying!"

Jade: "Well, you look upset."

Kiddo: "I'm NOT upset!" (pout)

Sam: "Then quit being such a grumpy face."

Kiddo: "I'm NOT being a grumpy face!" (pause for a couple of seconds) "Well, maybe a little."

*All three of us burst into laughter for the next five minutes.*

ETA: And not five minutes ago:

* Kiddo decides to finish up an art project he didn't finish in school today. He doesn't tell me this involves glue and I figured it was just coloring.

* Jade is writing this entry.

Kiddo: "Oh no!" (shyly in that oh-so-familiar "Something bad has happened" voice every mother knows) "Um, Mom. I used too much glue."

* Jade turns around, sees a white puddle of glue on her coffee table.

Jade: "No, sweetie, you didn't use too much glue. You used half the bottle, that's a bit more than too much."

Fortunately, it was contained to the table and didn't get on the carpet. Also, it was relatively easy to clean up and we saved the cut out he was trying to put glue on. To be fair, it was a standard glue bottle and since he only really uses glue sticks at school, he forgot that you don't take the entire top off, just unscrew the orange part to open it.


Nov. 19th, 2011 10:02 pm
jadedmusings: (ATLA - Aang Water Octopus)
"Never, ever press the self destruct button!" - Kiddo, aged 7

Ladies and gentlemen, these are wise words. Heed them well.

(And yes, it was indeed a well-timed pick-me-up.)
jadedmusings: (NCIS - Abby Along For the Ride)
I crawled into bed around 5:00 PM yesterday. I didn't immediately go to sleep, but I was too weak/tired to do anything other than lie down, and yet I wasn't tired enough to sleep. Aside from requisite trips to the bathroom, I did not leave the bed at all until around 10:30 this morning. This is when I discovered the kiddo had gotten up earlier this morning, tried to watch Netflix, and then crawled back into bed where he had an accident (for which I couldn't blame him because this bug is just gross).

I tossed him in the bath and he just wanted to lie down. After a dose of some children's pain and fever medicine plus a dose of stomach medicine, he's perked up a bit. We're on the couch with blankets watching, I kid you not, a show called Almost Naked Animals. Oh, Cartoon Network...

I'm feeling a lot better. More alert. I don't think I can do much beyond lounge around and tend to the kiddo (he did request food and is drinking water, so he's already doing better than I was yesterday). Of course, he looks like he might start dozing soon too, but again, Sam and I were in the same boat yesterday.

I'm not going to say that I'll raid tonight. I'll probably wait another night just to catch up on more rest. I have a sneaking suspicion that as the day wears on, I'll be feeling pretty worn out by raid time again.


Nov. 18th, 2011 04:44 pm
jadedmusings: (BtVS - Buffy does not approve)
I ate a six-inch sub from Subway, my first bit of food in the last 48 hours aside from a couple of cookies and a bread roll yesterday. It's staying down, but I feel queasy and generally "un-good." Our attempt at eating was after Sam and I spent all day in bed sleeping and whining about how horrible we felt.

The kiddo is complaining of a stomachache, and where he's normally ravenous after school (they have lunch at 11:00 AM, so by 2:30, he's ready for at least a snack), he barely touched his food. He has bags under his eyes and has been sitting in one spot looking pitiful, and for a Friday afternoon, that's decidedly out of character.

I purchased some ginger ale, and there's saltines in the pantry. I think we are all three couch bound for the weekend. I already backed out of raiding tonight, warning I'll probably be out for the whole weekend, which sucks, but...*sigh* I can't do the team any good like this. Besides, by the time nine o'clock rolls around, if I'm not already in bed, I will be soon after.

So if I'm on WoW this weekend, it'll be for Savitry probably tomorrow afternoon, but I'm doubting I'll even feel up to mindless questing in Deepholm.


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