It's an SS13 week -- more than half over, thank goodness. He's never been the most pleasant kid, but now we have teen attitude. He ignores my existence, so none of it is aimed at me, but it drives DH crazy.

Anyway, SS has gotten into a pattern of making himself scrambled eggs every morning before catching the bus. Fine. Good that he's learned to make something for himself.

SS13 came back to our house on Wednesday for a partial week (sometimes DH and BM split a week when adjustments need to be made -- in this case, so the schedule works for BM to have him for spring break). Only four days, but, boy, the attitude...

So, apparently, SS13 has been listening in on conversations. Things have been difficult for me lately. A lot of work stress and I'm trying to process a lot of emotions around my grandmother's death. DH and I had a bit of an argument Saturday night -- no yelling or anything, and we talked some things out.

I haven't been super fun to be around and despite my efforts, I've been less cheerful and have occasionally been short. SS has noticed. DH told him I'm dealing with grief and this is normal.

We adopted a new dog last weekend. (Sweet boy but needs a little training -- and our little older guy is adjusting relatively well.) SS13 had a bowling tournament at the same time as our scheduled meet and greet. Bad weather had already pushed this more than a week, so we didn't want to leave the dog in foster care even longer by delaying further. It was our week for SS, so DH asked BM to take SS. She agreed. (This tournament was one she signed SS up for without checking to see if it was our week or asking DH if it was ok, so he didn't feel bad about having her deal with it.)