Moody

Earlier today as I was formulating this lovely I thought I'd add pictures and maybe a funny clip but I am not in the mood.

Today I am dealing with confusion over the Pope's decision to step down. My first question was, "Can a pope just quit??" Questions have been answered for a while now but it's weird.

Maybe he kept reading the comments on his Twitter page and just had his heart broken too much.

I miss JPII.

Shortly after learning about all of that we got our final diagnosis for the son that continues to remain anonymous for now (you've got 3 to choose from). PDD-NOS: Pervasive Developmental Disorder. Aspeberger's neighbor, from what I can tell. "NOS": Not Otherwise Specified. It means close enough.

I could be entirely wrong, but this is my current and moody perspective. I've been fighting guilt all day. I can think of a hundred reasons why this is my fault.

One child is bi-polar. Now this. What the aych-ee-doublehockeysticks is wrong with me? Are all of my children going to have to struggle with something like this?

PPDNOS and his buddy Aspberger's are about to fade out of the psych diagnoses forever, which means that he will simply be autistic with some specifier or the other.

I'm going to go drown my sorrows in a Smoothee. Everything will feel better after some sleep.