There is very little going on here.  I got out to the dog park twice last week which was heaven.  Jack spent a few days with his aunt and Grandma; he didn't see his mama while he was with them.  Gracie has managed to piss off her mom and her sister, so they didn't want to deal with her either.

Jack was exhausted when he came home and out of sorts yesterday.  I took out Miss Katie by myself yesterday and while I was out, my hubby and Jack were playing with lego, for three hours.  Jack told my husband, casually, that he doesn't like his mama.  It breaks my heart that a three year old has to deal with such complex issues and feelings.  Your mama is supposed to be your safe place when you're a child, and as I write this, I realize there are many children in this world, for whom that is not true.

Last night, he was still tired and told me that he didn't love me.  I said that was fine, I still loved him.  Then he said he didn't like me and again I said that was fine, and that I still loved him.  Then later he said he loved me and poppa.  He uses love like a weapon and I'm guessing that comes from Gracie.  She's always asking him if he loves her.  It's her job to love him, not the other way around.  He's three years old!

I briefly texted with my son last week because I wanted to ask him if he was okay with us going ahead to petition the court for day to day parenting.  He supports us doing this he said.  I also asked him if he was sober and he said yes which suprised me, no alcohol and no weed, but that it was a daily battle not to use.  His honesty surprised me.  He's taking care of his other son every weekend when his wife works, despite her calling the police on him.  I told him I was proud of him and he said, not yet.  Another surprise.  I still hope.

Still life with lego.