As I was getting ready this morning, I overheard my son say to his sister, "I'm going to tell everyone at school that you still have nightmares!"

I'm thinking, "That’s supposed to be an insult? Does this kid think that nightmares are for babies or something?"

So, I walk out and I inform him, "I have nightmares... Nightmares aren't just for babies." And I realize the absurdity in what's coming from my mouth.

"Oh, and by the way," I say, "Do NOT go to school and bad-mouth each other!"

So, the homeschooling thing is taking a back seat for now. Turns out my son qualifies for some special education services from the school for emotional behaviors and was also accepted into the Gifted and Talented program.

The roommate and her kids left and my house has returned to a bit of normalcy... outside of the usual sibling squabbling, of course. My bed is now mine again although I typically wake up to a child who managed to sneak under the covers in the middle of night. The hardest part is realizing this when I take an unexpected elbow to the face!

This post is all over the place... but so is my mind right now. Guess I'll try to write later.