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Monday, March 12, 2007

My days are just so fun filled!

I can't stand all the hilarity. It's just fun fun fun around here. I get to call doctors and therapists, and more doctors and make emergency appointments and deal with school and then deal with school again. I'm just having the time of my life.

If I could actually breathe without coughing up a lung or two, maybe it would be easier. But when you're coughing constantly everything else is just so damn tiring. I plowed through most of my list, which is miraculous, and by the time I got everything done, appointments arranged, and myself dressed and downstairs, it was time for the kids to get home from school.

I told the Boy we had an urgent session with his therapist, and gosh if he didn't get all ticked off at me. I mean, honestly, is this really such an aggregious effort on my part that I deserved to get yelled at? I guess so. But he went and we talked and got pretty much nowhere, as usual. That child, he is one stubborn son-of-a-gun. But at least I made the attempt, and he'll meet with her tomorrow as usual, and will get more of her viewpoint without me rolling my eyes and doing the fishmouth as I fight the desire to just scream "You are so full of it". I'm good that way. I bite my tongue so much it's astounding that I can't use it for a collander.

Then the Girl tells me this story. When she is overtired, as she was today due to her working on her paper all evening after babysitting early in the morning, she has a tendancy to get giggly, dizzy, and a bit physically unstable. In other words, she walks into walls, gets disoriented, and ends up laughing to beat the band. Now, this is a kid who is silly and giggly pretty much 24/7 anyhow, so any escalation thereof might be cause for alarm. Today, one of her teachers felt that she was stoned, and sent her to the housemaster, who called the drug officer, who interrogated her about her alleged drug use.

Now anyone that knows this kid knows that she is the most anti-medication person in the world. I can't get her to take a tylenol if her head is splitting, so drugs... um, nope. She's so not a druggie.

They escorted her to the nurse, who told them they were out of their collective minds and she was not only not stoned, she was exhaused, which she was. But they told her that she would have evidence of 'suspected drug use' on her record, and that they would be calling me to report her behavior.

Did they call me? Why no, they did not. Will I be calling them first thing tomorrow to lambast them about interrogating my child without my permission? Oh yeah, you can sure bet that will be happening. Letting my daughter talk to a member of the police force without a parent is...oh, shall we say, against the frigging law. I am officially ticked.

Now Ms. Girl thought it was hilarious, and the way she told it, it was kinda funny. I mean, the kid had been up Sat night dealing with her brother's meltdown and the hospital etc. until very late, and then got up very early to babysit 18 month old twins and their 4 year old brother, which she did for hours. She was freaking tired, but she had a bunch of homework including her paper, and she had to get right down to work. By the time she was done and off to bed, my Girl was so keyed up she had trouble sleeping. She literally was falling down on her feet with exhaustion. Not the best way to get to school in the morning, but this was rather an unusual occurance. Had the idjits called me, I would have explained everything quickly and she would not have missed half her day of school, plus her lunch.

And that, my friends, is why if I don't get some time off from these kids, I'm going to put my head in the oven. An electric oven, but it's the thought that counts. It's been over five freaking years since I had some time alone. I think I'm just about at the very bottom of my reservior of strength. I need a vacation. Send me plane tickets now.

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2 Comments:

Blogger Mamma said...

Oh...I wish I could help!

Hang in there!

13/3/07 11:50 PM  
Blogger Melissa R. Garrett said...

You know, after reading your post the other day about your trip to the ER, I turned to my husband and asked if he thought our five-year-old could be bi-polar. Of course he laughed in my face. But for the last five years I have had this heartwrenching feeling that something is not quite right with my son. We've had him in one formal evaluation after another since October, and the preliminary diagnoses is that he is ADD and teetering on the autism spectrum (Add? I don't know). All I know is, he's beginning to turn violent. I am exhausted and have a constant headache. My girls are afraid of his drastic mood swings. He slapped my 20-month-old this morning and left his hand print on her! Of course my husband is traveling, so I just cried myself to sleep last night without anyone to talk to. I seriously think I need to be on an anti-depressant. I thought about your post, wondering how you deal with it all. To me, it is all consuming . . .

14/3/07 7:19 AM  

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