So DW took SS to the doctor.

Doctor couldn’t find anything wrong with him at first but did notice that his BP drops when he stood up (Oh the jokes I can make with this!!!). Doctor was firm with SS and asked him to come clean and be honest.

“SS, are you taking anything? Drugs? Alcohol?”

SS said no. Doctor warned SS that she is ordering blood and urine tests and that if SS has taken anything it will come up in the test results.

SS admitted that he and a friend were at his friend’s house and tried some Vodka. When DW told me this, I could not help but laugh.

“Vodka!? Really? He really likes shifting into high gear right off the bat doesn’t he?”

“He probably didn’t know any better.” DW said. “He said he didn’t like it.”

“Well DUH!!!! Smirnoff doesn’t make Nutella-flavoured Vodka!”

As a follow-up to yesterday’s post, I managed to talk to the manager at length about our little tiff. I said I felt bad about the misunderstanding and that all I was trying to do was assess the workload I have for the rest of this month so I can prioritize before tackling the assigned work. My manager understood and he too apologized for his part in our little confrontation.

As for DW, I told her that I was not only insulted, but hurt by her remarks the other day. I have never, not once taken any work-related stress out on her or any of our children. DW said she felt like I was. Without raising my voice, I told her that she is wrong. Dead wrong. She is wrong about me, and she is wrong about SS. Every single time I have bought SS’s lack of effort in school to her attention, I have ALWAYS been right.

“I won’t do this anymore.” I said calmly. “I will not help SS if you won’t listen to me. I will no longer share how my day went with you either.”

DW didn’t have a comeboack but I could tell those words kind of stung.