I Suwannee, last night was a humdinger! I have been trying to catch up on my sleep now that I am off the prednisone and went to bed early last night. But my older son woke me up crying. Said he had something he wanted to tell me that he had been holding in a long time. He is only eight, so immediately I thought horrible things. What could he be so upset about? Did he get detention? Did someone do something to him? He just kept on crying and couldn't get it out. I sat there for a long time trying to coax it out of him and finally my husband got up and tried to get him to speak as well. I swear, it must have been an hour before he could bring himself to say what was bothering him. By this time I was alternating between being concerned, angry, and so tired I couldn't deal with it any more. He wasn't inconsolable, so I knew it wasn't as bad as I originally thought, but I didn't know how to help him just say it.

Turns out he liked to stare at the inside of his mouth and watch his spit because it is so shiny and he likes shiny things. He was afraid someone at school would think he is weird. God help me, I am growing older day by day.