Tuesday, January 15, 2013

The glamorous life of Mac 'n' Kids...

You know those days that start with PMS and end in a bottle of Bud Lite? Yeah.

I'm not even touching the morning. I think I said more than enough on that yesterday so we'll start with noon. The Goofy child comes home from school with this...

*thunk* *thunk* *thunk*

That is the sound of my head hitting the table. This has absolutely nothing to do with the teacher. I get it. I really do. I know she wanted help as much as I did. but.... "ya know... *I wonder* if this has anything to do with the occupational therapist's evaluation results where she stated that his difficulty with visual tracking, inability to focus on even a fixed target, difficulty isolating eye movements from his head movements, and difficulty with eye convergence could cause difficulty with reading...", I say to myself while the ** marks the sarcasm of my inner voice. I considered sending back a note telling her not to worry about it, it's *just* ADHD but figured the sarcasm there wouldn't be appreciated no matter how funny I thought I was, so instead, I called an optometrist and his appointment is in March.

...wondering if the optometrist can fix the words "and", "AND", "And", and the printed "and" so they can be the same word. That would be nice. but he'd probably sit back, spread his hands, tilt his head and say, "hey, *I* can't control how the english language is written." so...whatever.

A little bit later on, I've got my MP3 player full blast, not looking at anyone which is the cue for "don't even." and Walter comes walking up to give me a hug. Now, the first time, I thought maybe he was trying to fix my foul mood but the second time when he's all sullen and mopey and hesitantly asking if I'm in a bad mood... I knew better. Dangit, boy, what did you do? He hands over his report card. Looking at the grades, I slumped. The rule was C and above. Man, is it even fair to put such expectations on him just because he's the only child in the house without some sort of IEP or 504? Am I being unfair? and I almost reconsidered the punishment. almost. until I caught wind of the remarks.

*thunk* *thunk* *thunk*


"INCONSISTENT EFFORT"
"NOT WORKING TO CAPACITY"
"EASILY DISTRACTED"
"MISSING WORK"
"ASSIGNMENTS ARE MISSING OR INCOMPLETE"

Walter, dear Walter. I thought you loved your mother? how could you do this to me!? I like it when you go to your friends' houses! and I like it when you chatter at your "girlfriend" instead of pestering your brothers. Uhg. hand over the phone. Now he's home on Fridays too. and he has no phone Mon-Fri from the time he comes in from school until supper. and he'll only get it for a few hours after that if his homework is finished, chores are done, and he's in bed at a decent hour. He has about 6 weeks to get his priorities straight. or else. I don't negotiate with little terrorists and he knows it. The or else is serious business and mama don't back down.

It was about the time that I lost my temper on all of them, including Big D and Thing2, refused to answer someone else's phone and refused to open the door to someone I have no desire to invite in, told Big D where he could stick his "you need to grow up", and grabbed a beer that Alex's Mommy and Daddy decided maybe it was time to get ready to leave. ...or that could have been the look Mommy saw me give Alex's Daddy when he commented that he'd better never have someone call children's services on him with a false report since probably 75% or more of my false reports came from his camp... but, no matter, I promised to pick up the sister Wednesday morning for story time, collected clothes, shooed the kids and kicked back to drown my sorrows. Keep this up and my 6 pack is going to be gone before the month is even over, *sigh*.

And then, because there's always an "and then", Goofy comes dancing up to inform me that I need to start signing his folder. Says who!? Mrs. Teacher. She says you need to sign my folder. I mumble something along the lines of her just being bossy because looking at it should be enough and signing the effing thing in crayon, if I can even find that, and my husband offers me a pen. smartass.

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  1. I too sometimes feel like a beer, especially when Jacob has a rough day at school. And we also have to sign his agenda daily to ensure we've read any comments from Jacobs teachers. Sometimes we find that Jacob has the same issues in school. Sometimes he just won't do something that we know he can do. Aah. The life with a child that has an ASD.

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  2. Again, so sorry for all that is going on. That whole thing about what doesn't kill you makes you stronger crap is wasted on those who aren't inundated from every direction. Just think... school will be over in 5 months! Happy days of doing what you want and no one can tell you better!! PEACE and please hopefully find your Bliss somewhere!

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    1. The countdown begins!!!! and then 1 week after school's out, we start counting down to the first day of school :P

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  3. I had to sign my son's folder every year too. Sometimes he would do the work, but not turn it in. Sometimes he just wouldn't do anything. We had his vision and hearing tested. No problem there. I think we are both scarred for life from those "school days". Don't get me started.

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    1. Get started, Kristy!!! Come on, i shouldn't be the only one whining ;)

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  4. No lower than a C is not expecting too much, so I think that what you decided makes sense....

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  5. Oh Mac. *sigh* Maybe instead of meeting for coffee we head out for cocktails instead! (((hugs)))

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