Today was a good reminder that there are good days and bad days. Last night I went to bed so upset with Punkin for lying to me about his grades and me for believing him. I felt like, "here we go again, things really aren't better like I thought." But when I walked in the door this evening, he had told Honey that I was going to be proud of him, and I knew that my lecture-the one which felt like it was being delivered to a brick wall-had seaped through the 12 year old brain. He had re-taken his test and was working on his missing assignments. Now, the fact that he had missing assignments in the first place and needed too re-take a test because he flunked it so bad, hardly qualifies as something to earn pride. However, appreciation was definitely in order. I really appreciated that he listened to what I said and cared enough to make amends. It's a good reminder to me that life is up and down. The past 9 months had been so down that I automatically assumed that we were going back to that place. So, maybe things aren't perfectly back to normal, but the fact that my son wanted to please me and we all enjoyed a meal full of laughter together helps me see that we are getting there. We're just experiencing life-with all the ups and downs it has to offer.