Last night was a very bad night. I kept it together but it was hard.

We heard from the cub leader that our son was headbutting the other boys. When he was told not to do it he had a bit of a fit. We asked him about it and he says that he is too afraid of getting into trouble to act out in school, but when he is at his different activities he starts to think of me being so sick and feels sad. Then he acts out his sadness.

He drew a comic yesterday titled "Why all cats are sad". The cat in the story has one of my nicknames for Robbie, and the cats are sad because their mommy is sick...

It is times like these that I just want to run away and hope that he forgets me. I feel like such a bad mom.