iT'S oFFICIAL

The boy will not take part in his graduating ceremonies. Hubby went to school and talked with the vice principal and learning director and they were sorry to say that he will not be participating. Hubby called around 2:30 and let me have the bad news. I cried. I cried at the desk. I cried in the bathroom. I went out to the car and I cried. I cried to big sis. I cried on the way home from work. I cried at home. I cried at Home Depot. I cried at the restaurant....and I cried when I got home. I can't help it. I promised myself one good day of crying and I sure took it.

I know things could be worse. Sis told me that and then forwarded me a link that was about a couple losing their 19 yr old daughter. I cried for them too.

That's it. What's done is done. I was very emotional today and I'll get thru this with the boy. It's not life threathening. It's not death. It's not sickness. It's not drugs or alcohol. I should be happy that its not any of those things. It's time to put things in perspective and get over it.

At least he'll graduate. It's only 8th grade. We still have Senior graduation. You bet your asses that I'll be on his until then. :)