Vicarious Rocky

Normally, tough weeks for me are based on challenges at work. Work is actually going great this week. Nice and productive. Great client interactions. Finances and sales are good.

So, of course, personal shit is bound to fuck all that good mojo up. First off, the Hives. Got them Monday, noticed them yesterday, today they seem comfortable hanging around. I have tons of them. I am told to go see someone if they persist beyond 3 weeks. Because then, perhaps, they will be "chronic" hives. Awesome.

That's really not so bad. I mean, I have Lupus, afterall. I am generally comfortable with chronic mild physical annoyance. But when you add the email I got from Indy's teachers this morning to the mix, we can officially declare it a crap-tastic day.

So, now we have language and adjustment issues. Perhaps this is just one big issue, eh? So Sage and I get to have an early morning meeting with Indy's teachers tomorrow before school. He gets to hang out in the cafeteria in the "before school" care center. I'm sure he'll not adjust well to that either.

I have to say, I'm baffled. Completely taken off guard by all of this. He LOVES school. I leave him there without tears and he runs off to play. Mostly with his new little best friend, Will. I see notes about him talking at circle time. He brings home great pictures, tells me about things he's played with, and seems to follow direction well from teachers when I'm around anyway. And he is the youngest kid in the class.

The language thing confuses me too. He's conversational. Last week, we took him IHop and on the way out he said, "What's this place called? Jump Rope?" Another quote from last week . . . We're talking about how to get to the hotel and he says, "Speaking of the hotel, are we there yet?"

I mean, he's not a dumb kid. I feel like someone is throwing penalty flags all over the field but no one has shown me what exactly is off sides.