Jack vs. McGowen

Jack doesn't even know who I am...he goes to Dayhell, comes to McGowen for a bit so I can see him, heads home to eat/bath, and then goes down...I see him a little the next morning but it takes longer for me to get ready so Nick does everything after breakfast. I know it is the first week and I won't go too far into the details of my emotions returning (guess it is time to up the meds or something because I've only survived because as Karen put it...I've been dead inside thus far), but I will just bullet a few points to have for memory sake...I am meant to be a Mom to my own son, Teachers are so overworked and underpaid even in the state of Texas (who gives a shit if you have the Summers off...the hours and brainpower put in is way more worthy of more than just a month and a half off), Know that every morning at 7:50 Jack is crying as he is dropped off, and the crying is continued even once he is with us whenever Nick leaves his side because he is so scared he is being left again for over 8 hours...even if I am with him since Nick does the dropping off....NOT OKAY....There.....aren't you glad you got the short and clean version of my mind?!?

Here are some pictures of the "quality" time I've had with my son the past 3 weeks. He loves it but gets into everything. This week he even learned how to open a locker, go in, and close the door. Problem is there isn't a way to get out from within so you have to pay attention to whose locker he crawls into our it is for real hide and seek