Poop spelled backwards is always poop, unless it isn't

I've been trying to write this blog post since Tuesday but I've been really struggling to get my balance. I guess to make it make sense I should start at the beginning... My son's teacher called me Tuesday about an hour after I dropped him off at school, and said that he was having trouble breathing. Thus began the whirlwind of my week. So far this week we've been at the pediatricians three times and gotten blood drawn along with a bunch of other stuff that made him immensely angry. I thought*(wrongly) that he would be okay to go to school today because medication but I was wrong and I got called again to come pick him up.

The school stuff I had planned for me, like getting ahead in this class finishing all my reading ahead of time(or even AT ALL) had to be put on back burner. These round the clock treatments and staying at the doggone drs all day coupled with him coughing all night have had me all discombobulated. Fast forward to today, I met with the school I'll be doing my practicum at and after such a not good/stressful week they have a really amazing teacher for me to shadow for this class! I'm so excited!

But at the same time I'm lowkey still worried about my child. Thankfully my dad has a flexible schedule and will be able to get him from school if I'm in class but still...sigh.

Also, in child related news my baby can write his first name *dreamy eyes* I am so proud of him, he's making so much progress in just one month it's incredible. Alas I am exhausted and it's time for his last breathing treatment of the night toodles!

Final thought: Poop spelled backwards is Poop *shrug* no profound shit for you tonight my brain is scrambled.