Sometimes I could just slap myself for starting the whole 'notebook' of progress with SF's teachers. I brought it upon myself and now we are going to convene and come up with a plan to discourage negative behavior. I'm more than willing to cooperate. At times, I really hate going at this alone. It is hard in this silent house. Dogs asleep, boy asleep. The Chidler really can't advise me on talking points or what not to wear. I had great taste, now I'm just post-grunge on a daily basis. I wear pigtails and patchouli. I don't know how to do any of this. Fuck.