So I'm finally back on my blog ~ yaaaay! Thanks to my friend Jasper too for helping me try to figure out how to fix the problem.

Well, it's been an odd week. I saw my therapist on Tuesday and it didn't go very well. I was sad the whole time and couldn't seem to pull myself out of it. We didn't accomplish much, but she just listened, which is the best help I could've had at that point.

Throughout the week I have been trudging through the appeal process online. I don't think it's ever going to end! How can they possibly want ALL that information over again? Really?! No matter ~ I'll just do it anyhow. I have to be nearing the end of it now. I plan to finish it today and send it if it kills me.

Last night was rough. As we were putting our son to bed he asked if one of us could stay with him to help him fall asleep. At first we said no (we don't want it to be an every night thing) but after I checked on him and found him still awake later, I came and sat down on his bed. He snuggled up to me and I let him talk about whatever he wanted. Sadly he told me that he felt left out at school and that he didn't have a single close friend. He told me that some of the other boys were purposefully leaving him out of games at recess and picking on him. He even told the teacher but she didn't do anything about it.

It broke my heart. If I didn't have to be strong for him I would have wept right then. He deserves so much better than that! He's such a good kid and while he can be a lot to handle at times I wouldn't change him for anything. I'll be glad when this school year is over and he'll be in a new class with different students. He had plenty of friends in Kindergarten, so I don't understand what's happened this year. He's so sad about it, and so am I. I wish I knew what to do to change things for him, but I was a lonely only child too.

I'm still sleeping on the couch, although last night I didn't get much sleep to speak of. Everything that my son told me sat like a rock in the pit of my stomach and a dagger in my heart. Three times I tried to go to sleep and failed miserably. I finally burrowed into the couch around 11 p.m. and somehow fell asleep. I guess I wasn't meant to get much sleep because at 1:30 a.m. I was awakened by a god-awful noise. Our dogs were having a dog fight in my Mom's bed! She managed to break it up but accidentally got bit on the hand in the process. My dog is so territorial that she wants to be in charge of the my Mom's dog, and if you mess with her while she's trying to sleep she gets pretty grumpy. Molly (other dog) must have encroached on her sleeping space.

So again I was awake. I frantically tried to make my blog work so I could get all of the junk in my head out and allow myself to sleep. Obviously it didn't work. So I just laid there, and at some point sleep quietly stole in and took me.

Morning came way too early and I had a very hard time waking up. But I finally got moving and got the day started.

Still, my concern for my son's hurt continues to bother me greatly. Does anyone have any suggestions or ideas about how to help him? He's very sensitive to criticism (just like I am) and I don't know what to do to helphim overcome this. Thanks in advance for the support.

I hope all have agreat day today. ~ Key