Kev won’t be living with us this school year. The plan is for him to come visit every other weekend and keep the holiday rotation in place. We’ll see if that pans out or if he’ll start being “too busy.” It’s supposed to be a trial run for the semester, but I have a feeling his time with us as primary caregivers is over.

I have very mixed feelings, and can’t write much about it.

The shallow side of me can’t help wondering, would it be tacky to move my sewing machine and craft stuff into his room? It’s not like he’s going to be using it much, after all.

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Re the psychic thing. It did unsettle me for a day or two, but ultimately, it doesn’t change anything; we don’t know anything for sure, and probably never will. I’m choosing for now to take it in good faith, as I believe it was meant, and chalk it up as one more piece of a puzzle that will never be completely solved. In the woman’s defense, I do want to add that she wasn’t probing; she didn’t push me for information or even do that hesitating thing you see tv psychics do where they are really asking a question and waiting for confirmation of what is most likely a guess. What she did was — well, to take a fictitious example (or, really, an example from my childhood, not Mimi’s) — something like this: “She has some old trauma to her right arm. I think she broke that bone a time or two. Maybe her wrist, or lower arm. She was running, or maybe rollerskating.” It wasn’t completely precise (”she had a fracture of the right lower ulna which took place in April of 1989″) but it wasn’t as vague as one might expect, either. So take that for what it’s worth.

It may also be worth noting that since Saturday, Mimi has been less agitated and her stress level seems lower. She has also been more open and loving towards us and other family members than she has been in several months. However, it is also well worth noting that earlier last week, she began on a low dose of an anti-depressant that is supposed to help with sleep and anxiety levels in children. The doctor warned us that we may not see results for several weeks, if at all, but it was also possible to start seeing small changes sooner. So take all of that for what it’s worth.

The decision to medicate her was not an easy one, but we felt like it was necessary. She’s starting all-day kindergarten in two weeks. She was having multiple meltdowns, screaming fits, and violent outbursts every day. As evidenced by the tone of my post last week, we were at our absolute end. Fortunately a long-scheduled psychiatric evaluation coincided with us hitting the wall, and this was the result. We’ll see what happens.