So, tomorrow I go under the bleach to see if MommaMae-rejection is based on haircolor or on deeper issues. Honestly, I'm not holding my breath, and if my roots weren't grown out two inches, I wouldn't bother. It may have made a difference if I'd done it before we met him, but there was only a day to prepare for that, and the girl who does my hair is booked until after Christmas. I begged for an appointment with a new girl, and am praying that Andrea is around to pick out colors.

My mom was here today, and instead of sleeping or going out and doing something, I washed laundry, brushed the dogs, filled prescriptions, and spent most of the time being upset over how he clung to my mother and told me to go away.

Our SW warned me that this was likely to happen (based on his mom's situations over the last 3 years), I expected it, but it still hurts.

As I think I've said before, if it is just me and the babe, we're cool. He's a hip ornament. But if someone else (someone he knows, not strangers -- haven't seen any mommy-shopping) is around, forget about it. It will just take time.

I've let The Hub take the helm tonight. I need a recharge.

On the bright side, we've gotten every prescription filled, I discovered flushable butt wipes, and the antibiotics and other ear infection drugs seem to be working, thus improving everyone's moods.