In list form because then I don’t really have to be coherent. I know you understand.

- When I woke up I realized Gage wasn’t in the house and I started to cry then Quinn said, “Mommy!” and I said, “Good morning Quinn!” all excited because she had a performance at school this morning and she deserves for me to be happy about her waking up to perform. Which was extremely adorable, by the way.

- Many people in our Village are offering their love, support and prayers. Along with food and help and wow, again, after having just called on all of that for Quinn’s transplant you still want to help and I’m overwhelmed with love and warmth. Your love surrounds us like a blanket.

- Already working on next steps for Gage’s IEP stuff. One thing I know, until we have a meeting about the recent incidents and without the team having more information (which I am not willing to share here yet)  it is way too early to speculate on where Gage will go to school when we returns. I believe that with proper meds, an adjusted IEP, therapy support increased and more understanding about what is truly going on with Gage, that our school can serve him. But there will obviously be changes to his IEP. But speculation? Not good.

- What do we need? Prayers, love, support, understanding.

- Quinn hurt her foot last night and I thought it was broken, then I thought it wasn’t. Then I was going to take her to the hospital but she had a performance this morning at school and so we said, if you can go to school, great. If it’s too hard to walk, we will take you to for an xray.  She can walk on it, it just “hurts real bad.” But still.

- I have a meeting with the social worker and Gage tomorrow at 2:30. Apparently it was a rough night for him. A safe room, with one-on-one care, which he desperately needed. Today was better, even without sedation, but still bouts of anger/lashing out. However a new med is being started this afternoon, so I’m anxious to hear if that helps him in the short term.

- Julian and I are doing okay. I am joking when he’s upset, he’s joking when I’m upset and so it balances out. We did have one fight about a fax of all things. It lasted about 20 seconds when HE REALIZED I WAS RIGHT. Yeah, he’s great like that.

- I am without a doubt running on pure reserves. Reserves I guess that I’ve stored up since Quinn’s kidney transplant 3 1/2 months ago. Is that enough time to store reserves? Hell no. Which means I’m in negative reserves.

- I spoke with Dawn earlier and it was good because I can make really inappropriate jokes about my son and she can handle it. Not so with Grandma, I’m sure.

- Wow am I glad for my work. Honestly. I’m not just saying that because some clients read my blog either. It makes my life seem normal when I can do my normal things.

- We’ve cried a lot in the last 24 hours. A lot. Some from sadness, some from relief, some for each other, some for our family, but all for Gage. Wanting so deserpately to help him have some peace and happiness. Like the kind of happiness from cereal boxes which sadly always eludes him, no matter how much we try. Sure, he can be happy about a thing or an activity. But true blue happiness? Not seen that for a while. Too long if you ask me. But I’m just his mom.

- The good thing about him being in treatment is that the doc gets to see the worst. One thing his other med doc didn’t. She is very conservative and didn’t always want to act on what we told her about Gage. But this doc? He’s treated kids like Gage and that gives me great comfort.

- Must go, because really, I’m taking my girl to the hospital for an x-ray. BECAUSE MY LIFE IS CRAZY.

All typos and crappy writing must be forgiven today.