he makes a funny

On the way home from school today, we are listening to the conversation going on in the back seat. There are three boys(two of them mine) ages 10,9 and 7. The 10 year old tells the 9 year old that this summer he is going to California to become a singer(confirmed not true) and can bring a friend. That friend is Elijah. Wow! Sam asks if he can come too...the ten year old says he has to ask first-(good thinking.) Sam says "good, if I can go, I can lay on the beach and look for hotties." What?!!!

life

I think it is about the right time of year when I feel the worst about Sam's diagnosis. I don't know why though, Spring is on it's way and I even got a little sunburn on my nose at the soccer game last week. (Yes, I love the sun!) But, I just feel so sad. I hate the struggle that we all go through to just maintain normal. Who dictates normal anyway? We are all affected in some way or another. I can usually cope until he gets angry with me. Then he spews nails and he knows how to hurt you with his words. I know this too and still I end up in tears trying to repair the damage done to our hearts. Once he settles down, he even tells me that he didn't mean what he said that he is just angry and talks like that when he is mad. I just want to disappear for awhile and come back when I feel better.