We are back from visiting my husband’s family for Thanksgiving. It was wonderful, but it always is. I love his family.

The kids were great. On Wednesday morning, after a dreadful first few hours, The D decided that he was tired of being angry all the time and we have had an amazing several days, for the most part. I am resisting the urge to think about the fact that it will likely not stay this way forever and am trying to just enjoy being a “normal” family for now.

I never got a chance to post about the results from his doctor, but for the most part, there were no results. She said that normally there are more people filling out the questionnaires, ie teachers, so the results were inconclusive. There was concern about violent behavior, hyperactivity, and depression, based on my answers, so now he needs to go to a psychiatrist for an evaluation.

We live in the same city as a medical college, so I called there, but they have a 6-8 month waiting period. The pediatrician recommended someone who can get us in for the middle of December, so we went with that.

He said there would be one meeting with Bob and I, followed by two with The D, then another with Bob and I. Hopefully, I will know by the end of January what is going on.

I have more to say, but I need to go lie down. I have a sore throat, complete with little white sores on my tonsils. Fun, fun, fun.

Little E was sick all weekend. He even threw up at the kids’ table at Thanksgiving dinner!