Another week is upon us. I guess I don't dread Mondays like some. I'm in a fortunate position where I don't have to drag myself out of bed at some ungodly hour, only to rush off to participate in a twisted game of your-butt's-mine-for-the-next-8-hours. I get to stay home and hang out with my favorite person, my son. I'm not writing this to be all in-your-face- or be all nanny-nanny boo-boo. I'm just writing to clear my head and find peace in my thoughts and actions. Today is just another day where I'm h ealing with my guilt. Today is just another day where I get to tell myself that I didn't do this to my son. Today is just another day, and I am grateful for it. My first thought, as I listened to the rain, was how wonderful that sound. And the smell is so crisp and clean. Unfortunately, my next thought wasn't so crunchy. I couldn't help but think that I haven't been doing all I can for my son. I haven't been focusing on his needs as much ...