192 hours without drugs.....so what's new with you?

Day one.....went well, perhaps it was the excitement of starting on a new adventure. Trying something different. He went to school, came home all was good.
This might go better than I thought....
Day Two....Headaches. Are you kidding me....all day....not just little ones, bad ones and the kids at school? The worst possible people on the face of the earth. (not really but coming off of drugs apparently makes you feel this way)
Day Three....headaches still there....still hate people. Why does everyone have to be so loud? Salt cravings made him eat almost a whole bag of chips.....this is worrisome....

Day Four.....perhaps we made a mistake....these headaches are horrible....and the kids at school are surely sent from hell to torment my son. I think this is the day I brought him home early....call it a "mental health day" we all take them....he deserved it....he was dexoting after all....
Day Five....Okay I am about to call Betty Ford and see if they have an open room. This is awful. My hope was that his "symptoms" were actually "side effects"  yet I find myself wanting to medicate him just to calm him down....he is climbing the walls....I decide to start drinking alone in the laundry room instead. This helps. It would be better if the door had a lock....will look into this.....

Day Six....the weekend...who in the heck decided to take away this kid's medication on a Monday? Oh yeah....that was me....I am not so smart sometimes....perhaps the laundry and I will become friends over a martini on a regular basis.....
Day Seven....and then there was rest....and God said, "let him be calm and happy and play forth with Lego's and have not a headache today." Okay well God didn't say that but since it happened on a Sunday and it was a miracle to me I just could not help myself....
Day Eight....today.....sent him off to school....fingers crossed and breath held, (flask of whiskey clutched in my pocket just in case....for me not him....) one hour, then two went by and no phone call from the school.... I sighed a bit of relief when lunch came and then passed and no word from the office asking me to come and help with my poor child.... and then it was time to fetch the children. I arrived waiting to see his grumpy face as I had for weeks now. He threw his back pack at me and said, " Can I stay and play a few minutes? I'm not ready to go yet!" ....and then he ran away....towards the play ground....
he ran away.....happy....to play.
wow.
Seriously.....wow.