I got bored. I admit that. I got bored and changed the template on my blog, and wasn't able to sign in. For two weeks, I haven't been able to sign in, but tonight I was able to change my template, and here I am. Tada!

I received a telephone call from my son's principal today. Xander's been having meltdowns, and hasn't been telling me. According to him, everything has been going along great. The principal told me that Xander was crying, wailing, and hitting himself in the face. I hope the medicine he's on will start to work soon, and that it will help. I feel so helpless. He's crying out, but I don't know how to help him. What must it be like for him, slightly out of step with his peers, unable to really express himself, and finding the world to be a strange and scary place. No wonder he gets overwhelmed. I hated medicating him, but I know he needs it. So why do I feel so terrible? Will he thank me when he's older, or will he accuse me of making him a zombie?