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But aside from that, she's still completely normal

So the other day…

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I know I fell off the radar.  I’m sorry.

I utterly and totally failed NaBloPoMo.  Again, my apologies.

Some of you have emailed me wondering A) Where the hell I am and B) Am I okay.  Thank you.  As soon as I can get mired out of the muck, you will receive a reply.  Preferably in this century.

And now…  A listing of various things heard around these parts, which may have accounted for the dissappearing act.

“Could you please buy me some more NyQuil on your way home?”

“This is Small Town Elementary, and this is not an emergency, but…”

“So, how many stitches?”

“We don’t have our new insurance yet.  You are not ALLOWED to break your knee.”

“Could you run and pickup this prescription?”

“So, what you’re telling me is, if I use the garbage disposal, the toilets back up?”

“Mooooooommmmm, Pebbles just barfed all over!”

“Mom, we have to go shopping, my backpack just broke.”

“Poe!  Are you hearing this?”  “What, the helicopter?”  “That’s NOT a helicopter – that’s our microwave!”

“I don’t feel like cooking this year.  You can just take care of Thanksgiving, right?”

I’m slowly coming back today, my first “normal” day in two weeks.  Be kind, please.

Friday Wound Check

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There’s no real reason for today’s title.  Except that I need to take Logan to the ER today for a wound check.  I like how it sounds – like he’s been through a war or something.  Anyway, I’ll be doing that today after school.

I also have a meeting to Discuss Things with Joseph’s teacher/counselor/Special Ed teacher…  I raised a stink about his therapist putting anything into his IEP, you see.  Because his mental health issues have never been in his IEP – that’s always been the other half of the whole therapuetic package, as opposed to part of the educational portion.  So essentially, I don’t want it in the IEP under my authority, because that’s basically ME saying for the state to spend X amount of dollars on his mental health care.  While yes, I think it’s still necessary, and has been incredibly beneficial to him, I don’t have that kind of authority.  And frankly, I don’t want a bill for years of therapy down the road.

When I raised the red flag, it took a bunch of emails and phone calls for them to realize that no, I’m not backing out of therapy, and no I’m not throwing a monkey wrench into his progress.  “If our services are no longer needed, all you have to do is say so.”  NO!  I’m saying I don’t have the authority to spend the state’s money!  Talk to his social worker!  He does have that authority!  Everyone finally got it.  Except that then the school, and the people who do his therapy realized that no one has heard from the social worker for a year and a half.  Which is…  Odd.  But they’re finally working on figuring that portion out.  In the meantime, we’re updating his IEP.  Which, of course, requires a meeting.  Even though they have the wording.  But it requires yet another meeting.  To discuss things.  Even though there’s nothing to discuss, except for the fact that they need to add the words they already have to the IEP already on their computer.

That’s the one thing I really hate about the education process for my son…  All the fricken meetings.  I absolutely get the IEP update meeting held once a year at the end of the year.  Beyond that, people, I only need parent/teacher conferences.  guarantee you all this meeting will be about is for me to sign the changes into place on the IEP.  Come on.  They could have left it with the secretary at the front for me to sign.

I hate meetings.

Only Us

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You know…  People think I’m exagerrating when I say weird crap happens to us.  I’m not.

Like how every time my parents go out of town, something happens.  Or anytime I want a vacation, something happens.  It’s true.

So, let’s see.  This week – all I wanted is a vacation, before I started concentrating on my home, and my business.  I sound like a barking seal, so I’ve spent most of this week heavilly medicated.  Joseph’s IEP blew up with the state so I have a big meeting on Friday to try to fix it.  And last but not least (it is only Thursday) stitches.

This is the last week at after school care (my vacation remember?)  If there’s a problem with after school care, they usually call my husband first, rather than me, because Poe is the one who goes and gets them.  Fine.  Yesterday, Poe called me.  It’s always bad when someone leads with “He’s OK, but…”  Turns out that Logan was running on the playground, tripped over another kid, and landed face first on the asphalt.  Could he please be picked up so that we can determine if he needs stitches?  So I rush to get ready, and rush to go get him.  And yeah, the open wound on his chin looks like it might still need stitches, especially since they can’t get it to stop bleeding.

First stop – Pediatrician’s office.  But it’s 12pm.  And therefore closed for lunch for another hour and a half.  So, I took him to the hospital instead.  $75 copay later, and two stitches.  He was very very brave.  He cried though all the numbing injections, but he didn’t thrash around and need the papoose like we did when his eye needed stitches.  I didn’t even cry!  And I was holding his hands, and because of the angle, I saw every.little.thing.  And I didn’t pass out.  Because of his heart, he’s also on the pink antibiotics as well.  Can’t have an infection, you see.  Still have to figure out how get a wound check done tomorrow, and still go to the meeting for Joseph.

The doctor said he could go to school today.  I just can’t send him.  He’s 6 and in Kindergarten.  All I can think about is him running and falling on his stitches.  Besides, I’ve had stitches.  It’s going to hurt today, and he doesn’t need to be at school getting through that.  I’ll send him tomorrow – against my better judgement – ’cause it’ll be his last day at afer school care, and he’s going to want to say goodbye to his friends.

He’s still asleep this morning, which tells me that this is a good decision.  Normally, he’d have been out of bed an hour ago trying not to bug me but bugging me anyway.  I might snag a picture later for posterity.  Boys like documentation of their boy wounds.

Hating this

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Again – not much to say except that I’m sick.  My head cold has traveled, and now I have a chest cold.  I sound like a freakin’ barking seal.  To top things off, if things get much worse, I’m going to have to wear depends panty liners.  No, I just wish I were kidding.  I didn’t have a problem after one kid, but after two?  Coughing fits tend to make me…  tinkle.

And now you know too much.

Can I blame it on the cold meds?

An Obvious Blech

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This is basically just a post to keep me in the running on NaBloPoMo.  Cause all the letters are kind of sliding to the right.  Or that’s just me.

I’m really rather sick.  This cold is kicking my ass.  I’m so ever ever ever grateful that my only responsibility today is to get the kids to school, and then maybe watch law and order in a nyquil induced haze.

So consider this my official post.  With an out sick sign in front of my desk.  And sick leave on my timesheet.  Oh wait…

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