Yeah, okay....

So my subsequent discussion with the teacher was boring and anticlimactic. She mistakenly thought Hub was already gone, and didn't realize he doesn't leave until this Thursday. And Little Son has been acting better since then -- an earlier bedtime seems to have helped. So much for letting him stay up late so he could see his father at night.

I told the teacher that Little Son would take a break from karate, too. If he's kicking other kids, I thought it might make sense that he stop practicing how to kick harder, at least for a few weeks until school is out.

Yesterday, it was a beautiful day, so I pulled weeds out in our backyard. I love sticking my fingers in dirt.

Hub was working, Big Son and Daughter were both at friends' houses, and Little Son had no interest in helping me in the yard, or even keeping me company -- he wanted to watch DVDs, and I let him, just so I could do my weeding.

Today, I'm feeling guilty. I should have taken him to a playground or something. Sure, the yard looks good now, but the weeds will grow back, and that day is lost forever.

He came home from school today with a cut-out heart he made for me, on which he wrote "I LOF YO, MOMO."

Tonight at karate, he broke a board for the first time ever -- and told me he doesn't want to take a break from it after all.

Okay, then.

We will keep on.