SS was with us the other evening. Granted whenever he comes back from his Dad’s for just a short spurt he is a little high strung. I do my best to just fade in the background and let DW and SS do all the interaction, because SS gets a little….urm…weird.

DW left momentarily to pick the kids up from daycare leaving me alone with SS. I was busy cooking dinner and SS was busy entertaining himself. I walk from the hallway to the kitchen and catch a glipse of SS in the living room. He is on the floor on all fours and is coaxing the family dog to get behind him.

So DW and I talked to her cousin the other night.

It was one of those few moments where I am very, VERY thankful that I am on this site and that you all have given me some keen insights into my own situation. Without it, I don’t think I would have been able to answer DW’s cousin’s questions.

The night started very well with a BBQ (I made my whiskey ribs) and the kids playing hide and seek in the back and front yards. After the night wound down and the kids were put to bed, our conversation turned a bit more serious.

We got SS's report card last week.

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DW asked me the other day to get food so that SS can make himself a lunch when he finally comes over from his Dad's. I did that once and the food got wasted. You see, because SS stays up late, he gets up late. Last night he was up until 1am and he slept in until noon. So when he wakes up - in his mind - it is breakfast time, not lunch time. So he makes himself a large bowl of cereal and that's it. He doesn't eat again until supper time (and even then he doesn't eat).