Yesterday, I was not in a good place. I am seriously worried about my health to let these issues get to me. SS was sick yesterday (no, he wasn’t faking). I had the exact same symptoms he is having last week.

DW took the day off work to take him to see the doctor. She was really eager about it.

“I’m going to talk to him about FLA.”

I literally wanted to scream. So all day yesterday, I felt like I was on pins and needles. I couldn’t concentrate on my work even. I wanted to rush home and duct-tape DW’s mouth shut. And then I thought to myself. “Why am I feeling this way? This isn’t right.”

I arrived home hoping to dear Lord that DW didn’t convince SS to change his mind about the trip.

I got my answer as soon as I walked in the door. DW looked like she was in a sour mood. This is a good sign. I feel bad for writing that, but if DW looked down, then obviously she wasn’t successful in convincing SS to change his mind. And the beauty about all this is that I didn’t say a thing!

When the subject came up, all DW had to say on the subject was “Next time we have SS for the weekend, can we all do something together? Like go out somewhere?”.

I said “Of course honey, what would you like to do?”

DW was thinking of going skiing/sliding at one of the parks.

“SS can invite his friends or Vicky.” DW suggested

“And what does SS want to do?” I asked.

DW went mute. She didn’t have to say anything because judging from the way DW and SS were acting, it looked like they got into an argument and it didn’t end well.

And all the while I am thinking Good! Let Tall-boy convince his mother that he is just an *sshole that only cares about himself and his electronic gadgets.

After supper, SS went into his room, shut the door and stayed there all evening.