Will take kid to his apt with his counselor since his dad dropped the ball.
I am beyond tired today...too tired for the Ativan I need to deal with this woman...so I will be instead repeating my silent mantra of "think happy thoughts...think happy thoughts...don't choke her, they'll put you away...think happy thoughts...I wonder if they have good food and finger painting class in the nuthouse
...think happy thoughts".
His counselor is one of those highly motivated, involved, happy-happy, chatty, super-social soccer mom types with tons of ideas on what I should be doing that I'm not capable of. She makes my son feel better though, and gives everyone else someone to point the finger of blame at.
I think we'll stop at Walmart on the way home...Halloween candy should be at 50% off.