The asters are blooming which always signals the beginning of the end of summer to me.  

African daisy.  A lot of my photos are ending up blurry these days.  

Jack was sick all weekend, nothing terrible, but enough to make him lethargic.  He had a fever, cough, congestion, and he was quite short of breath, even wheezing at times.  I gave him meds and he had to use his puffer a few times.  He sees the pediatrician in a month to get checked out for asthma.

I let Gracie and her family know that Jack was sick so his visit with his mom was cancelled, I'm sure to the relief of everyone.  It was a long weekend this past weekend so most of them were at the lake, except Gracie (the one they're supporting) and it would have involved more driving.  The lake is an hour away from here.  I had an epiphany on Friday, none of them will every change.  I don't know why it takes me so long to understand things like this (it's the hope, I always hope).  None of them cared enough to check in on him, to see how he is, not even his mom.

We had a quiet weekend, until yesterday.  Jack felt good enough to talk, but not good enough to be really active.  His talking was brutal, non stop until he fell asleep.  He should have had some hard exercise but it was raining off and on during the day, and he was still coughing a fair bit.  Today he's at daycare, so he'll get exericse and I get a break.

I also decided that I will do my very best to make sure he has a good upbringing, despite everything.  My biggest fear is that I will spend most of my retirement raising him, and that he'll still end up as an addict like his parents.  That's a big what if and it doesn't justify me holding back on him.  So, I'm in.  I know, he's six.  I've been in this for awhile but I want to let go of my resentment and just enjoy him because he's a pretty cool kid.  He's also exhausting, but still cool and I love him.

So that's it.  I walked the dogs this morning before it go too hot.  Roomba vacuumed and I washed the floors.  Time to sew.