Yesterday marks the end of those very dark days last year. Yesterday, one year ago, Sh.awn finally came home from the hospital for the last time, and I got to see his sweet smile once again. I am hoping that now the last anniversary from those days is over, I'll be able to get even further on my way toward healing and putting it all in the past. It has been a long time since I had a nightmare about that time, so maybe it is working? Plus, Sh.awn spit up the other day and I didn't freak out and think the worst. I'd say there is at least some progress happening.

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True to form, just as Ja.son was finally feeling better, Sh.awn decided it was his turn to get sick. Once Sh.awn feels better, Ja.son will take his turn again. I swear this is some sort of vicious circle. The sad part is that I know I'm the one bringing all of this crap home to them, but I can't seem to keep it all away from here. Short of jumping into some sort of sterilizing solution and burning my clothes, I really can't do much more than I am doing. I mean, I am really careful at work. But still they get sick. Then I get sick. Sigh.

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I am still frustrated with work, too. It is just the little things that are throwing me over the edge and putting me in a foul mood. There's the whole have to change my grade level (from 7th to 8th) because teachers are "fragile" and "have had a tough year" thing which is still annoying me. Plus, today, my department was supposed to bring in food goodies for a thing we call "Motiva.tional Mondays." (We started it up at the end of the school year so each department is responsible for a Monday until the last week of school. Today was our day, but only four of the eight of us remembered to bring something.) So, my least favorite coworker in my department sent out an all school email saying that because we forgot, we'd bring goodies again this Friday. I am not taking one for the team AGAIN because people don't do what they are supposed to do. I made a buttload of homemade cinnamon rolls and brought them on time. I am not bringing anything else. I sent him and the rest of my department a snarky reply and felt a little better about it. Of course, when I read it here it seems so trivial. It still pisses me off, though.

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Is.aac is once again playing poker. He's trying to win a free ticket to the Wo.rld Ser.ies of Poker in Las Vegas. He has tried for four different weeks so far, but each time he misses the semifinals by one or two places. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that he finally gets there. Let's just say that I am ready for an end to his poker days for a while. (Is that horrible of me to say?)