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Finally…

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I am finally, FINALLY, starting to feel as though I’m returning to the land of the living. Thank God. Seriously.

You probably didn’t notice, but we didn’t do What Would We Do Wednesdays ~ now to be known as WWWDW. The reasons?

  • Not ONE of you has sent in a question.
  • I was dying.
  • My counterpart is off galavanting along the east coast “working.”
  • Did I mentiong the dying?

So, it’ll have to wait until next week.

BTW – Single Mothers?? SOOOOOOO get my respect. I had no parents here to help, husband on a work trip, me sick as a dog, and two kids to take care of. By myself. With a fever. Not to mention Poe forgot to put the trash on the street before he left. Leaving me to do it. I don’t do trash. Kitty litter and trash = Poe’s job. As well as bug killing, but that’s just, you know, of course. Anyway – I don’t know how you moms do it. I really don’t. I mean, I survived, but I thought my head was going to spin and have a pea soup moment. I’m not worthy, I bow to you all.

Portrait of a bad day…

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So. Today is a bad day. Let me illustrate:

  • 11pm – 2:30 am: Cant’s sleep
  • 5:30am: Alarm goes off
  • 6:30am: No shirts fit – I am apparently having a fat day. Change 3 times. Joseph on couch, “What’s wrong with mommy?” Jay, “Women just do that.”
  • 7:30am: IEP meeting with everyone and their mother at Joseph’s school. Concensus: Yes, Joseph will be going on to first grade. That’s the good news. However, his frustration seems to be an intense anxiety and nervousness because he can’t learn. His comprehension is way off. Actual question: What is a clock? Joseph’s answer: it’s 7 O’clock. Question: OK, but what IS a clock? Joseph’s answer: “OKAY, it’s 7:30, ALL RIGHT?” The result of this is he’ll be in special Ed for summer school with three seperate therapists. Then, in the fall, he’ll be in a regular 1st grade class, along with 3 seperate therapies with three therapists in special Ed, plus counseling. Actually, I really do think all this will help him, as he’s reading at a pre-K level. And that’s AFTER all the progress he’s made this year. There will also be a behavioral plan put in place due to his explosions.
  • 9:00am: Get out of meeting. Realize that the “1/2 hour meeting” took 1 1/2 hours. Call boss – am late to work. Really didn’t want to be late, as I’m taking one day off for Joseph’s last day, and then I have flex hours on Friday.
  • 9-9:20am: Drive to work while calling mom in Missouri. New plan! Joseph has to take summer school, and I have no child care!! Can grandma step in?? Need to know today!! Call Stacey – did daughter have learning issues? Need to know today!!
  • 9:20am: Arrive at work. Promptly lock keys in car, along with groceries that need refrigeration (but obviously not anymore since the damn meeting took 1 1/2 hours).
  • 9:22am: Walk into work, get key to my office from another exec asst. Go to get milk for my coffee and get knocked to the ground my the smell coming from my fridge. They (after a year of asking) cleaned my carpet over the weekend. They unplugged the fridge for the machine, and never plugged it back it. So – rotten food and milk. As of 1pm, the custodian still has not come to clean it, which means we cannot open it – the smell goes through the whole office otherwise.
  • 9:30am: Call Jay. Tell him about keys, since he’s home today. Can he look for them?
  • 9:40am: Call Jay again. No he can’t find them. Can’t I just call AAA? I promptly burst into tears. “I’ll look for them! I swear!”

He finally found them and brought them to me. Which was lovely. But the day is still young.

new sleeping arrangements…

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Last night we had a terrible time getting the kids to sleep. They were still fighting at 11pm. I think it’s the heat making them uncomfortable.

Jay usually checks on the kids before he comes to bed, since he usually comes to bed later than me. It used to be so that we could make sure they were covered, although, that part’s not necessary in this heatwave.

So Jay goes in. And Logan’s not in bed. Okay. He looks to Joseph’s bed, fully expecting to find Joseph there too. That would be business as usual. But no. No one’s there.

Jay didn’t panic, as they couldn’t have gotten out of the house without passing him first – he was just befuddled. Finally, he saw a foot. Sticking out from under one of the beds. Jay got down and looked… Joseph had taken his pillow, and they’d both fallen asleep on the pillow under the bed.

Some days I wish my right hand was an actual camera.

I am a doctor now…

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This weekend had a bit of suckage… We had to bomb the house for fleas. We’ll have to see if it will actually work. I’ll post a review of the product here, once I’m sure of the results. But it was a major pain in the ass. No one can be in the house, so all of us went to my parents. Including the cat. Oh the joy for my mom – who hates cats. Jay then took all of our clothes and bedding to the laundromat to be washed at the same time. Not to mention the covering of things, and the protection of things etc. Jay and I were terribly exhausted and went to bed early. Not too much of a surprise.

Logan has a strange rash on him.

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Recently heard…

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…from Logan:

“I Loooooooooooooooooooooooooove Crack-aroni and cheese.”

Yes. Yes, I feed my children kiddie crack.

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