This week I learned from SS that the special ed kids at school get to do a "prepare exam" that carry some exact questions as the "real exam." Given my SS is never the best person to communicate, I'm hoping this is untrue. I lose count on how many days we have to argue with him that -10 and 10 are not the same, and "I just forgot the negative sign" won't make it right. 

Today we got the teacher's email saying SS is not eligible to extended school year (summer class) and that he is ready to be in mainstream math and English classes.

This week we had relatively stress-less homework sessions..although it was only half way through the week, it was better than fighting all the small and silly issues.

I have heard over an over lately that "accepting the reality" regarding who my SS12 is and his condition will make my life easier. I have a hard time understanding this concept of "accepting."

Haven't post for a while. The past 3 weeks has been hard. Because the school has closed all the way till Summer possibly, we are stuck at home with the kids. I'll admit even just with my own it's hard, and it doesn't really matter how sweet DD9 is. But stuck home with SS12 (ASD+ADHD) is even harder. It's almost impossible for both DH and I to work from home because the challenges the kids presents.

DH has to be on business trip this week. Another week fighting with my SS just about everything.

I tried really hard not to say it out loud. I really tried. But the truth is really that I hate the fact I have to live with my autistic SS over 300 days a year, because his own $hit mom won’t freaking do her 30% of parent duty.

Every night with homework is a freaking fight. Four years now and nothing has changed. For some reason he still thinks he’s the smartest and tries to “teach me” every time we correct him. DH does most of the hw checking but it’s never really stress free. 

Just got back from a school meeting with BM for SS6's school accomodations. I was representing DH because he's traveling and unable to make it.

I'm so glad we had the meeting because something very frustrating happened, as it often does: we learned more about the kids that their mother doesn't bother sharing with us.

I'm 39 years old and very much in love. My girlfriend is three years younger than me, the coolest woman on the planet, and I adore her in a way I haven't adored a woman since I was in high school and not so cynical. She brings out the best in me, encourages me to try new things, gets me out of my shell. I love, love, love this woman.