It was the best of times, it was the worst of times… So Friday I was so tired I went to bed at 8.  Slept till 7am wow.  I had a well balanced weekend.  Great time with Tim, not such a good time with the kid.  I want a girl.  I have a boy.  Sound balanced?

My goal was to get to his court date.  4 days left. 4 days.  We shall see what the judge does.  keeping him might not even be an option.  I told him this morning that if my rules and how i run my house were not something he could come to accept quickly, that there would be no hard feelings and we would make other arrangements.

Am I cheating him and I out of something. Am I missing something?  How is this affecting my health.  Does guilt really work on me this well?