And it's the weekend once more

I do wish I could post more happies about our lives with our children.  They are none of them evil, nor even malicious.

But they are certainly confused, defiant, angry and disobedient.

This weekend has seen some nice highlights.  I took Kesi to buy her school shoes, and we spent time looking through a lovely charity shop - really nice girly time.

Yesterday afternoon I started a game of Qwirkle with Tom and finished it with Zack once Tom's attention faded.  I know!!!!!  I managed to spend "quality time" with my eldest son!

So all is not lost.  But.

Oh goodness how I am getting tired of the buts.  Nothing has changed.  Things are no worse but no better.

My heart is breaking and it hurts.

And I'm fairly sure we've all done everything we can.  Come September, Zack will be back in school and I can pretend that things will be alright again.  Come September, Kesi will start psychotherapy and I can hope to get my little girl back eventually.

So that's us taken care of until the third week of September, which is when Zack should be coming home.  Or should he??

My heart is not so much cracking like a vase, as being wrenched apart, a muscle being torn with all the pain invo