Torn

It's been a rough couple of days here at the Stiletto casa.

The Boy has been to the principal's office every single day this week.

The hardest part for me is that this morning he promised me he would try his very hardest to be good.

He promised.

And then he went to school and beat the tar out of a classmate.

To be fair, I will listen to his side of the story, even though we have talked about walking away instead of physically reacting when he's provoked.

I'll admit my defeat here. I don't know what to do.

The principal is having him speak to the school counselor to see if there's something going on that he won't tell us.

I know he's had a lot of change in his world. Everybody keeps telling me that he's only five and that he'll rebound, he's resilient, etc etc etc. To what degree, though?

Now there's this job thing. I don't want to work full-time. I want to be home when he's out of school. I told them I'd take the job. Now I want to tell them I will only work until 2:30 and if that's not acceptable they will have to find another person for the job.

My son and his welfare have to come first. I think he's had enough change for one year.