So, this morning BEFORE I had taken my meds...

...for depression-NOS and ADD-NOS  and SANS COFFEE!!! I had a phone call on my biz line.

Please dear God, let this be a new client!!!

Don't you love those newish voicemail "voices" that attempt to tell you who is calling?

"call from... Ko  un tr eye  Dez ig knees"------- Call from... Ko un tr eye Dez ig knees (Country Designs)

Today, though... i had a call from

"cellular caller unknown"

Very clear and perfect pronunciation... hmmmm... who the hell is that? Don't recognize the number.

Now, mind you, even though it was late morning; I had allowed myself to sleep in today as I truly am exhausted and I had no place that i had to be until 1:00... so, without really thinking, I picked up the phone... and in my most professional tone in my lower female register...

I answered:

Lexie Lewis.

The voice on the other end was a male voice, "Is this Lexie?"

I said, yes. (dumb fuck)

The voice then replied in an emphatic, terse manner, "Lexie... its cutefiredshrink--do you have a minute to chat?

(Oh fuck, why oh why did I pick this call up???)

"Sure"... I said, wondering how I was going to put two coherent words together via my unmedicated, uncaffeinated brain and manage to shift it into 5th gear...in a manner of 5 seconds, but thank God for adrenalin... God, was so clever to come up with a reliable back up plan for emergencies...

And it works quickly too!

So, cfs got right to the point.

"What did I do yesterday, that was so awful that you and Adam had to leave so abruptly?"

(this can't really be happening...but I told him as nicely as I could, everything I told y'all yesterday)

I talked. He talked. We talked about Adam. He explained himself and how he works. I had a couple of suggestions. (like how about cluing parents into your PROCESS?) We chatted some more... he apologized...

That's right, he A-pologized... So, what am I supposed to do?

And I did not tell you that Adam had expressed disappointment in the possibility of not continuing with him, (A was really in rare high functioning form, yesterday) and finding a male shrink around here is like finding a Democrat in Alaska.  So, I decided to put my own mishigass aside, and REHIRE cuteshrink. :(

Anyway, its okay if he's attractive. A little eye candy making eyes at me, is not the worst thing that's ever happened to me. :)

And it also occurred to me, that Adam's coming out with "I'm sorry that you're upset Mom," right after we left cuteshrink's office might actually have had something to do with his session with him. I do have to concede, that much. Maybe besides being cute, (and sexy) he's actually a GOOD therapist and isn't that more important?

The best thing I can do in this situation is to tell myself that cuteshrink is gay.

I've had more crushes on gay men, than I care to admit... After all, I am a ballet dancer and an interior designer.

need i say more? ;)

But, really, the crushes always come before I realize that the dude is gay, and once I realize this, something just totally turns me off to them in any kind of romantic way. I can still like them as people, but that's all.

So, from now on...Cuteshrink is gay. problem solved. :)

Otherwise, my 1:00 appointment was with my own shrink. She's so cute. (but in an entirely different way!) I mostly talked about Adam and Adam's possible new school and of course, the police, hand-cuffing, hospital incident. :(

Oh, I didn't tell you, but I took the golden opportunity of Adam's open window yesterday evening to casually mention to him that I was just looking (for fun, I told him in true manipulating mother fashion) to see what was out there in terms of boarding schools.

And he seemed interested to hear what I had come up with. (he really had a good day yesterday, after his session)

"Well... I said, I found this really amazing boarding school in CT--- They are opening up a brand new art's center, any day now... and they have tennis, a big indoor pool and a great music program and you can take private lessons in guitar, piano, and drums... "

And then, Adam said something really, really, normal... For ANY 15-yr-old.

"That sounds too good to be true"

Then knowing that I had him exactly where I wanted him, (and cruel as it sounds) I hand-grenaided him with this...

"Horses."

"They have horses too, Adam!"

By this time, i had him so riled up and excited that he insisted on seeing their website-- IMMEDIATELY--- but alone in his room, of course. Totally fine... I'll go get the link for you...

I sauntered over to the lap top that he had sent crashing to the floor, one week earlier, and sent him the link via email and about a minute later, I heard music, but all else was quiet, in the lion's den.

I was IMing with Sam and neither one of us was thinking that it could be as easy as that. No way!

And sure enough, about 20 minutes later.. Adam comes galumping down the stairs and says...now walking briskly straight past me, into the kitchen...

"I don't think I want to go there."

(FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

"Oh, why not?" I said, as casually as a person possibly could.

"I want to finish at Ivyleagueprep high school."

"Okay," I said.

(SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Really, readers---THIS is as good as it gets around here.

Truly, though, I'm not in the least bit worried. We may have lost the battle, but the war is far from over... It is all part of a carefully calculated strategic arms maneuver. We EXPECTED to lose this battle... but that is okay, the seed was planted.

and we haven't brought out the heavy armed artillery ships yet--- The BIG GUNS.

Indeed.

The Destroyer is still on the water... but will be docking back in Whinyentitledton early next week.

The Spanish Wizard Genius Children's Psych Doc.

He's so good, that Adam will be BEGGING to go to this school.

Now, lets just hope that the Angels at whinyentitled school district committed to substandard education can manage to push their pencils a bit faster, to speed up this whole process ASAP.

A School for Adam Pronto!!!!!!!