Usually, if something like that is going on it means that there's something else going on elsewhere.

There's a few things going on. First, there's a fourth grader named Brandon who daily takes the opportunity to call Russell a "retard" and then shove him. Apparently, this is the same kid who called him a retard all summer at camp. I called the principal and asked him to look into it. Hopefully, the principal will settle Brandon's hash.

Mike remarked to me over the weekend how Russell's speech was kind of slurry, and I had actually been thinking the same thing. Then, last night, I started to come down the hall and heard a buzzing sound, which turned out to be my sound of my 7 year old son snoring like a chainsaw. Both of us looked at each other and said,"Yup, he's got snot." To us, snot means that he's either got a cold or allergies, both of which can affect his hearing and thus, his speech.

Today, I set up an ear check appointment at Dr. Mike's office and talked to him about getting Russ an assessment through the school. He gave me some information to help us along those lines, but it amounts to a lot of work ahead of me.

I'm so stressed out. I lost the cap to one tooth and discovered that the tooth next to it, which I thought had been hurting me, is cracked. The dentist said she can't tell how badly cracked till she works on it, but essentially it means two capped teeth and my share of the expense is $600.

My dentist asked me if I was using my mouth guard at night, to prevent grinding my teeth. I told her I was, but then I asked, "Why are my teeth falling apart?" She said I could be grinding them in my working hours, too. She also said that sometimes that happens with diabetics because there's a lot of stress with finding out you've got an incurable disease. Then she asked,"Are you getting any time for you?" I admitted that no, I hadn't been, but that I had just made some strides to change that.

I signed up for my club with my beloved pool and aqua aerobics lessons. I swam today at my favorite pool. It meant having Mike walk from the busstop to the school and then walking Russell home, but I figured he could use the exercise, too.

Tomorrow, I do aerobics. I'm going to go ahead into the Fit-For-Motherhood class because I like the schedule and because I can up to a year post-partum.

I went swimming at 2PM. I've got a sunburn. I feel like a million bucks.