In 24 days I shave my head to raise money for Children's Cancer research. It's hard to believe it's coming so soon! I know some people are still thinking about donating, and time is running out. So if you want to donate, here's the link. If you haven't heard about it yet, it's an awesome organization, and the majority of the funds raised go directly to research. It's a really good cause.
So I'm shaving my head in solidarity for all those children who lose their hair to the ravages of cancer treatment. Hopefully, someday soon, they can find a way to treat cancer without having to ravage the body so much!
http://www.stbaldricks.org/participants/mypage/647549/2013
So I'm shaving my head in solidarity for all those children who lose their hair to the ravages of cancer treatment. Hopefully, someday soon, they can find a way to treat cancer without having to ravage the body so much!
http://www.stbaldricks.org/participants/mypage/647549/2013
I'm so excited. This summer I'm shaving my head as part of a fundraiser for children's cancer research. I've been contemplating shaving my head for a while now, and this way I get to do it for a darn good reason. It means a lot to me to raise money for these kids. Cancer is bad enough when you're a grown up, and can understand what the doctors are doing and why. How terrifying it must be for a child who doesn't really grasp what is going on inside their body! These kids are heroes. They somehow manage to smile, and play, and do all the wonderful things kids do while a war is going on inside their tiny bodies. The least I can do is shave my head and beg people to donate. So if you want to donate, and help raise money to fight childhood cancer, I promise to post pictures of my beautiful shaved head when I go bald on June 8!
http://www.stbaldricks.org/participants/mypage/647549/2013
http://www.stbaldricks.org/participants/mypage/647549/2013
How do you fix a broken life? I'm stuck in a feedback loop and I can't seem to break free. I'm a married woman who hates sex. And after 14 years with my husband, He's had enough. He tells me there's nothing wrong with me. That I'm normal, and he's the problem. That he just has to figure out how to see me as a friend and not a lover. I break his heart every time I turn him down, and every time I don't. He knows I'm doing it just to keep him happy, not because I enjoy it. I feel so broken inside. Why can't I enjoy happy healthy sex with my husband? Why does it feel like a chore? How do I find a way to be his lover? I can't stand breaking his heart, and I know I'm losing him. On Monday I will start searching for a therapist who can fix what's broken inside me. I just hope I'm not too late.
Wow....What a fucking roller coaster. I need to just get off. When will I learn that I can't fix other people's train wrecks. I also need to learn that bat shit crazy does not a good friend make. Yes it's entertaining as shit when your psycho friend's psycho hubby wanders his lawnmower over to mow your lawn cause he's pissed at his bitch of a wife. It's not so entertaining when you have to go pick their kids up cause their fighting like dogs and the kids are terrified. It's seriously less entertaining when their 13 year old daughter has to ask you for birth control, cause her mom will flip her fucking lid that her daughter is banging her 13 year old boyfriend. Even worse when you finally convince the child she should talk to her mom when the boy freaks out and mom goes all ape shit on her. Gets even less fun when you have to convince psycho mom that she's not a failure, just because her 13 year old, not pregnant daughter doesn't want to live with her any more and moves to her aunt and uncles house. But the piece de resistance is when the psycho bitch sends you a text saying I need you to drive over here and give me your Xanax cause I just found my husband's meth stash and I'm freaking out.
Now typically, in my world, this should be immediately followed by helping said friend pack her loser husband's shit and put it down at the curb to kick his ass out. Or perhaps a call to the local authorities, saying I found my hubby's drugs. But no. It's followed by two hours of her telling me precisely why she can't kick his ass to the curb, and how she's just going to learn to deal with his meth habits and make sure he stays clean. Not OK in my world. Meth is NASTY shit, and my two adorable boys do not need to be exposed to all it's issues.
So now, I get to withdraw from a friendship, and try to explain to my 8 and 5 year old kids that we can't play with their kids anymore.
And what do I do about the wonderful family with 4 adorable children that I introduced to the psycho couple, whose daddy is showing many signs of being just as psycho as the meth head, but without the meth? Do I tell them what was told to me in confidence? Do I let them figure it out on their own? What a fucking dilemma
I seriously don't need this stress in my life right now. I have my own serious shit to deal with, crawling my own ass out of depression. But at least I'm making the effort. I work hard to keep my life moving, to keep my kids and hubby healthy despite all our issues. I get up, I go to school, I take care of my kids. It pisses me the fuck off, when other people can't get their asses out of bed to get their kids to school, and spend their whole life bitching about how it's their jerk husband's fault, but aren't willing to pick themselves up, get themselves out and move the fuck on.
OK rant done....thanks for listening.
Now typically, in my world, this should be immediately followed by helping said friend pack her loser husband's shit and put it down at the curb to kick his ass out. Or perhaps a call to the local authorities, saying I found my hubby's drugs. But no. It's followed by two hours of her telling me precisely why she can't kick his ass to the curb, and how she's just going to learn to deal with his meth habits and make sure he stays clean. Not OK in my world. Meth is NASTY shit, and my two adorable boys do not need to be exposed to all it's issues.
So now, I get to withdraw from a friendship, and try to explain to my 8 and 5 year old kids that we can't play with their kids anymore.
And what do I do about the wonderful family with 4 adorable children that I introduced to the psycho couple, whose daddy is showing many signs of being just as psycho as the meth head, but without the meth? Do I tell them what was told to me in confidence? Do I let them figure it out on their own? What a fucking dilemma
I seriously don't need this stress in my life right now. I have my own serious shit to deal with, crawling my own ass out of depression. But at least I'm making the effort. I work hard to keep my life moving, to keep my kids and hubby healthy despite all our issues. I get up, I go to school, I take care of my kids. It pisses me the fuck off, when other people can't get their asses out of bed to get their kids to school, and spend their whole life bitching about how it's their jerk husband's fault, but aren't willing to pick themselves up, get themselves out and move the fuck on.
OK rant done....thanks for listening.
Yesterday, some seriously funny shit happened. But it needs some back story, so here you go.
After living in Oregon for just over a year, I finally feel like I'm settling in. I'm back in school, making friends, and working towards my future goals. And life is getting far more interesting than the months spent sitting on the couch waiting for life to start again. And things are going well!
To start, I got all A's my first term at OSU. Yup! Straight A's for my first term at a "real" college. Pulled my hair out a couple times, and had a couple of major meltdowns, but I survived and got the grades I wanted. Even managed to do well on my finals when all my notes were stolen out of my car the week before! All in all, it was a great term. Made some new friends, and I'm looking forward to fall term.
I've also made friends here in town. Both are families that came from friendships my children made, and they couldn't be more different. One family is a nice, down to earth, wholesome family with 4 kids. Stacy is one of those rockstar moms that manages to get more done in one day with 4 kids than I can do in a week. And her husband is the kind of dad that loves nothing more than getting home from a full day of work/school and playing with his kids. We have complimentary parenting styles, and get along really well. And their son is best friends with my youngest. And their two year old daughter has the cutest crush on him. I'm pretty sure G's feelings are mutual. He's pretty taken with her.
The other family is far more interesting. They are great people, but they have some serious issues too. Three kids, the oldest daughter is a wild child. 13, and coming home with hickies, or brought home by cops after sneaking out with a friend. Oh, and she's a genius too. Smart kids do CRAZY shit when they get bored. The middle child is special. He's close friends with my oldest, and has a serious Victor/Victoria thing going on. Pretty sure he's gonna be a killer drag queen when he grows up. He's smart too, crazy smart just like my boys. They come up with some pretty awesome games to play. The youngest is simple. He's not dumb, just not quite all there some days. He's the sweetest kid, and believes the silliest things. And he's just too damn cute. I love him. And they we have their parents. Melissa decided I'm her new best friend. She's cool, fun to talk to in her crazy way. I like hanging out, and don't mind being someone's best friend. She's a bit passive aggressive in her issues with her hubby though. They both are. See, he's a story teller of the 1st degree. He makes shit up, lies through his teeth, and does his best to tell her what she wants to hear. Which leads to more passive aggressive snarking from her when she finds out he's been lying again.
So now we get to the fun part of my story. What withschool, and trying to fix shit around the house, and rain, and my electric lawnmower (which was awesome in Cali, but can hardly ever be used in Oregon due to the wet) my front lawn was getting a bit shaggy. And by a bit shaggy, I mean up around my knees. And yesterday, I was texting back and forth to Melissa. She was bitching about the hubby again, saying he was being a jerk again. Which really means, she was making snarky comments all morning about some shit, and he got pissed and made snarky comments back. It happens pretty regularly. Then shit got really funny. Hubby and I were headed out to the store, and her hubby comes walking through the parking lot next door. A little surprising, but not too weird, unless you consider taking your lawnmower for a walk while wearing neon green gloves a little weird. Yup, crazy ass man got pissed at his wife, and decided to take his lawnmower for a walk. So he offered to mow our lawn. Who am I to turn down free labor? So I let him. And called his wife to let her know where he was. She got a little pissy, apparently he forgot to do his own lawn first. And then comes more passive aggressive fun. She decides to make spaghetti for dinner. She knows he can't eat it. The tomatoes rip his stomach to shreds and irritate his ulcers. So she texts me to find out what I'm doing for dinner, and tells me he can't eat at home cause she's made dinner he can't eat. Unfortunately, last night I wasn't making dinner. We'd been working on house shit all day and were planning on nuko-meals for dinner. So we gave him a beer instead. I told her I couldn't feed him. Then he gets a text. Says "Fucking Cunt Bitch" and tells us he's gotta go. And heads off into the sunset. Drinking a beer, walking his lawnmower, wearing those same neon green gloves.
Good news is, my lawn looks great!
After living in Oregon for just over a year, I finally feel like I'm settling in. I'm back in school, making friends, and working towards my future goals. And life is getting far more interesting than the months spent sitting on the couch waiting for life to start again. And things are going well!
To start, I got all A's my first term at OSU. Yup! Straight A's for my first term at a "real" college. Pulled my hair out a couple times, and had a couple of major meltdowns, but I survived and got the grades I wanted. Even managed to do well on my finals when all my notes were stolen out of my car the week before! All in all, it was a great term. Made some new friends, and I'm looking forward to fall term.
I've also made friends here in town. Both are families that came from friendships my children made, and they couldn't be more different. One family is a nice, down to earth, wholesome family with 4 kids. Stacy is one of those rockstar moms that manages to get more done in one day with 4 kids than I can do in a week. And her husband is the kind of dad that loves nothing more than getting home from a full day of work/school and playing with his kids. We have complimentary parenting styles, and get along really well. And their son is best friends with my youngest. And their two year old daughter has the cutest crush on him. I'm pretty sure G's feelings are mutual. He's pretty taken with her.
The other family is far more interesting. They are great people, but they have some serious issues too. Three kids, the oldest daughter is a wild child. 13, and coming home with hickies, or brought home by cops after sneaking out with a friend. Oh, and she's a genius too. Smart kids do CRAZY shit when they get bored. The middle child is special. He's close friends with my oldest, and has a serious Victor/Victoria thing going on. Pretty sure he's gonna be a killer drag queen when he grows up. He's smart too, crazy smart just like my boys. They come up with some pretty awesome games to play. The youngest is simple. He's not dumb, just not quite all there some days. He's the sweetest kid, and believes the silliest things. And he's just too damn cute. I love him. And they we have their parents. Melissa decided I'm her new best friend. She's cool, fun to talk to in her crazy way. I like hanging out, and don't mind being someone's best friend. She's a bit passive aggressive in her issues with her hubby though. They both are. See, he's a story teller of the 1st degree. He makes shit up, lies through his teeth, and does his best to tell her what she wants to hear. Which leads to more passive aggressive snarking from her when she finds out he's been lying again.
So now we get to the fun part of my story. What withschool, and trying to fix shit around the house, and rain, and my electric lawnmower (which was awesome in Cali, but can hardly ever be used in Oregon due to the wet) my front lawn was getting a bit shaggy. And by a bit shaggy, I mean up around my knees. And yesterday, I was texting back and forth to Melissa. She was bitching about the hubby again, saying he was being a jerk again. Which really means, she was making snarky comments all morning about some shit, and he got pissed and made snarky comments back. It happens pretty regularly. Then shit got really funny. Hubby and I were headed out to the store, and her hubby comes walking through the parking lot next door. A little surprising, but not too weird, unless you consider taking your lawnmower for a walk while wearing neon green gloves a little weird. Yup, crazy ass man got pissed at his wife, and decided to take his lawnmower for a walk. So he offered to mow our lawn. Who am I to turn down free labor? So I let him. And called his wife to let her know where he was. She got a little pissy, apparently he forgot to do his own lawn first. And then comes more passive aggressive fun. She decides to make spaghetti for dinner. She knows he can't eat it. The tomatoes rip his stomach to shreds and irritate his ulcers. So she texts me to find out what I'm doing for dinner, and tells me he can't eat at home cause she's made dinner he can't eat. Unfortunately, last night I wasn't making dinner. We'd been working on house shit all day and were planning on nuko-meals for dinner. So we gave him a beer instead. I told her I couldn't feed him. Then he gets a text. Says "Fucking Cunt Bitch" and tells us he's gotta go. And heads off into the sunset. Drinking a beer, walking his lawnmower, wearing those same neon green gloves.
Good news is, my lawn looks great!
Nothing irritates me more than the spreading of inaccurate spam rumors on social networking sites. Particularly when the person posting them is doing so as a professional, and using the rumors to further their own business model. So I've developed a habit of looking up the accurate information using Snopes.com, and commenting on posts with a link to the truth. I figure it's an easy, in your face, way to get my point across and encourage people to check their sources before facing public humiliation. Turns out, some professionals have very thin skins. My old boss sent me a message tonight with her panties in a twist.
"This is the second time you have called me out on my links as not accurate..better way to handle that would be to message me privately instead of posting on my link..better edicate!!"
Yup, that's how she spelled it. She's not a fan of spell check either. So now I'm twice as irritated. If you don't want me posting embarrassing comments regarding your link, then check your sources! It takes me all of 30 seconds most days to pull up snopes and do a most basic search. And I do it every single time I see a link or posting of some rumor or factoid that sounds even remotely suspicious. Which, if you have an ounce of common sense in your brain, is most of them.
So, to ease her troubled soul, I responded.
I was just posting the information where you could see it. Wasn't saying it was totally inaccurate, in fact it said many of the points were accurate. I just thought you would want the real info to back it up. In the future, I won't post any more snopes links on your status. I just like to give people the ability to check the information. There are far too many people in this world who believe anything they see on facebook without checking to see where it came from. It results in a great deal of spam circulating. I thought, that as a business professional you would want the truth. I apologize if I offended you.
I was even fairly polite. But inside I'm seething. If you're a professional, I feel you have a responsibility to check your sources and not spread bogus information. Especially if you're in the health care field and spreading rumors to your patients via Facebook that are salacious and designed to scare people into your "diet plan". It's easy to check sources. It's responsible to check sources. It's bad business to spread false rumors under the guise of "educating" people.
And for fuck's sake, learn how to spell etiquette!
"This is the second time you have called me out on my links as not accurate..better way to handle that would be to message me privately instead of posting on my link..better edicate!!"
Yup, that's how she spelled it. She's not a fan of spell check either. So now I'm twice as irritated. If you don't want me posting embarrassing comments regarding your link, then check your sources! It takes me all of 30 seconds most days to pull up snopes and do a most basic search. And I do it every single time I see a link or posting of some rumor or factoid that sounds even remotely suspicious. Which, if you have an ounce of common sense in your brain, is most of them.
So, to ease her troubled soul, I responded.
I was just posting the information where you could see it. Wasn't saying it was totally inaccurate, in fact it said many of the points were accurate. I just thought you would want the real info to back it up. In the future, I won't post any more snopes links on your status. I just like to give people the ability to check the information. There are far too many people in this world who believe anything they see on facebook without checking to see where it came from. It results in a great deal of spam circulating. I thought, that as a business professional you would want the truth. I apologize if I offended you.
I was even fairly polite. But inside I'm seething. If you're a professional, I feel you have a responsibility to check your sources and not spread bogus information. Especially if you're in the health care field and spreading rumors to your patients via Facebook that are salacious and designed to scare people into your "diet plan". It's easy to check sources. It's responsible to check sources. It's bad business to spread false rumors under the guise of "educating" people.
And for fuck's sake, learn how to spell etiquette!
Apparently, 2012 has a sense of humor. It's already decided to fuck with me. Last year ended with my husband breaking a tooth over the holiday weekend. He started the year off at the dentist on Monday, getting the tooth pulled. I felt really bad for him. It's close to the front of his mouth, and shows when he smiles. And it hurts. So the dentist told him to eat soft foods for a few days. In support of that, I planned an absolutely amazing dish of baked macaroni and cheese Wednesday night. I used three different kinds of delicious Tillamook sharp cheddar. Smoked cracked black pepper, smoked, and straight. It was, in a word, divine. But the Gods were laughing at me. In the midst of thoroughly enjoying my dinner, I felt a strange sensation in one of my molars. At first I thought I got a piece of the baked cheese stuck in between my teeth. I reached my tongue around to feel, and realized I broke my tooth. That's right, I broke my tooth eating macaroni and cheese. How ridiculous is that?! Oh, and have I mentioned my phobia of dentists?
So Thursday morning I woke up, dreading the mere thought of calling to make an appointment. I called and got the machine, the office is open alternating Thursdays and Fridays, and what do you know, this week was a Friday week. I had a massive panic attack. Blubbering, crying, rocking, screeching, and that was AFTER my Zanax. So my husband called the dentist's emergency number for me, and made an appointment for me Friday morning. With another dose of Zanax, and my husband with me, I went in and had my tooth pulled. So now we get to spend another 3 days eating nothing but soft food.
Oh, and spending an extra $75 didn't help our already stretched budget. And to make things worse, it's Girl Scout Cookie time, and I want cookies. But I spent my cookie money on having my tooth pulled. I may just buy a couple boxes anyway.
So Thursday morning I woke up, dreading the mere thought of calling to make an appointment. I called and got the machine, the office is open alternating Thursdays and Fridays, and what do you know, this week was a Friday week. I had a massive panic attack. Blubbering, crying, rocking, screeching, and that was AFTER my Zanax. So my husband called the dentist's emergency number for me, and made an appointment for me Friday morning. With another dose of Zanax, and my husband with me, I went in and had my tooth pulled. So now we get to spend another 3 days eating nothing but soft food.
Oh, and spending an extra $75 didn't help our already stretched budget. And to make things worse, it's Girl Scout Cookie time, and I want cookies. But I spent my cookie money on having my tooth pulled. I may just buy a couple boxes anyway.
Trying a new approach to life this year. Starting this month, I'm trying to stay ahead of the curve. I sat down, filled out a detailed budget of all our bills. I'm keeping a running total of every dollar we spend, and where it's going. So far so good. We have a lot of extras to pay this month, so I will have to be really careful and make sure we don't overspend our resources. I'm hoping that by doing this, and seeing where everything is going, we'll be able to start putting some money away towards vacation this summer. Plus, when I start school in April, I know our expenses will go up. So it's crunch time. Figure out how to live within our means by figuring out where our money is going. I want to finish school with as little debt as possible, so it's going to be critical that we watch our spending and stick to a strict budget.
I'm also going to spend this year trying to take better care of myself. Walk more, eat better, stress less. My goal is to walk my son to and / or from school every day. We're switching to a more vegetarian diet for my husband's gout issues, and I'm doing my best to be supportive. Not only is eating vegetarian healthier, it's cheaper too. So is walking. I'm focusing on that to help push myself to keep making healthy choices. If we're not spending money on gas and meat, we have more to spend on other things. I'm hoping that by next month, I'll have trimmed enough excess from our budget to afford to put the kids back into martial arts.
I'm focusing on small goals to feed the big. Spent today paying bills, keeping track, figuring out when money is going out, and how much we have leftover after figuring in all the bills. It's not as big of a number as I would like to see, but this month I paid my advanced tuition deposit for school. Keeping positive, I know that if we focus, and pay attention, we can stick within our goals and do well.
In other news, my husband starts a new med today. It's supposed to help reduce his Uric acid levels and help prevent his gout flares. I'm really hoping it works. It's a fairly new medication, no generic, so it's expensive, but it gives us hope. For the last couple years, he's just been suffering through the gout, because the medication that they usually prescribe almost killed him. He's deathly allergic to it. Of course, we're terrified any time he takes a new medication now. Stevens Johnson syndrome is a scary thing, something we NEVER want to repeat. So we spend the next couple weeks watching him very carefully. Keeping our fingers crossed that he doesn't develop a rash or any other nasty reactions. But if we can get through that, and it works, it will make our lives so much better. It's been a rocky couple years, and he really deserves a break from the pain. Not to mention, that being able to walk, and move without hurting will make it much easier for him to lose the weight that has been building up. He's got 200 lbs to go, a long way, but he's started the process. Now we just have to keep the momentum going.
So here's to 2012. A year of new beginnings, better choices, and a brighter future.
I'm also going to spend this year trying to take better care of myself. Walk more, eat better, stress less. My goal is to walk my son to and / or from school every day. We're switching to a more vegetarian diet for my husband's gout issues, and I'm doing my best to be supportive. Not only is eating vegetarian healthier, it's cheaper too. So is walking. I'm focusing on that to help push myself to keep making healthy choices. If we're not spending money on gas and meat, we have more to spend on other things. I'm hoping that by next month, I'll have trimmed enough excess from our budget to afford to put the kids back into martial arts.
I'm focusing on small goals to feed the big. Spent today paying bills, keeping track, figuring out when money is going out, and how much we have leftover after figuring in all the bills. It's not as big of a number as I would like to see, but this month I paid my advanced tuition deposit for school. Keeping positive, I know that if we focus, and pay attention, we can stick within our goals and do well.
In other news, my husband starts a new med today. It's supposed to help reduce his Uric acid levels and help prevent his gout flares. I'm really hoping it works. It's a fairly new medication, no generic, so it's expensive, but it gives us hope. For the last couple years, he's just been suffering through the gout, because the medication that they usually prescribe almost killed him. He's deathly allergic to it. Of course, we're terrified any time he takes a new medication now. Stevens Johnson syndrome is a scary thing, something we NEVER want to repeat. So we spend the next couple weeks watching him very carefully. Keeping our fingers crossed that he doesn't develop a rash or any other nasty reactions. But if we can get through that, and it works, it will make our lives so much better. It's been a rocky couple years, and he really deserves a break from the pain. Not to mention, that being able to walk, and move without hurting will make it much easier for him to lose the weight that has been building up. He's got 200 lbs to go, a long way, but he's started the process. Now we just have to keep the momentum going.
So here's to 2012. A year of new beginnings, better choices, and a brighter future.
Yesterday was a really rough day. I'm a weekly volunteer in my son's classroom. It's important to me to be involved in his schooling, and I know that teachers need all the help they can get. While I was there, he was called out of the room, up to the office. The teacher told me it was nothing to worry about, that he had a meltdown earlier in the day, and they were probably just making sure he was calmed down and OK. He came back to class at the end of the day, I signed out in the office and we headed out to the parking lot. I started talking to him to figure out what happened. He has meltdowns occasionally, and we're really working with him to help him learn to control them. He told me that a nice man just wanted to talk to him and make sure he felt safe. I thought that was a little odd, but nothing could have prepared me for what came next. The teacher came out to the parking lot after us, and told me they needed to speak to me in the office. We walk back in, and I'm introduced to a gentleman from the Department of Human Services. Apparently, I'm suspected of child abuse. During his meltdown in the morning, my son took a fairly minor incident from the night before and embellished the heck out of it.
Here's what really happened. We were going toe to toe about him cleaning his room. A fairly common occurrence in our house. I told him that he wouldn't get dinner until he made some progress in his room. When dinner time came, I checked his room, saw that he had made some progress, and brought him down to eat dinner. I reminded him that he had an activity the next day, and if he didn't make more progress by the time we needed to leave for that activity, that he wouldn't be able to go. Trying to find incentives for him to finish the cleaning project.
Here's what I've pieced together about what happened that morning. He had an incident in his Color Room, that upset him. He was doing something he wasn't supposed to be and the teacher called him on it, and told him to throw what he was playing with away. After that, a member of the office staff found him in the hall looking upset. She asked him what was going on, and through the course of the conversation, he told here that he didn't get to eat dinner last night, that we kicked him out of the house, and made him sleep in the car. Pretty scary accusations, none of them true.
She's a mandated reporter, so she called social services. They came to the school, and interviewed my son. He's a happy, fairly well adjusted kid with ADHD tendencies, and a penchant for random emotional meltdowns. Fortunately for me, the social worker appears to believe that I'm not abusing him. He does however have to interview my 4 year old before he can close the case, and has left that interview up in the air with an "I'll call you". Now, my husband and I are living in panic. What if he doesn't believe us, what if our son decides he can get away with misbehaving by telling lies. How do I deal with people who believe that I'm abusing my son, and called to file the report.
Oh, and to top it all off, the woman who filed the report, pulled me aside after the meeting with the social worker to ask me if I needed a Thanksgiving dinner basket. Cause now she believes that I can't afford to feed my kids. This morning, she told me she hoped I wasn't offended that she asked me about the basket. It was a poor apology at best, and left me feeling even more upset. It's really hard to know what to do in a situation like this.
Here's what really happened. We were going toe to toe about him cleaning his room. A fairly common occurrence in our house. I told him that he wouldn't get dinner until he made some progress in his room. When dinner time came, I checked his room, saw that he had made some progress, and brought him down to eat dinner. I reminded him that he had an activity the next day, and if he didn't make more progress by the time we needed to leave for that activity, that he wouldn't be able to go. Trying to find incentives for him to finish the cleaning project.
Here's what I've pieced together about what happened that morning. He had an incident in his Color Room, that upset him. He was doing something he wasn't supposed to be and the teacher called him on it, and told him to throw what he was playing with away. After that, a member of the office staff found him in the hall looking upset. She asked him what was going on, and through the course of the conversation, he told here that he didn't get to eat dinner last night, that we kicked him out of the house, and made him sleep in the car. Pretty scary accusations, none of them true.
She's a mandated reporter, so she called social services. They came to the school, and interviewed my son. He's a happy, fairly well adjusted kid with ADHD tendencies, and a penchant for random emotional meltdowns. Fortunately for me, the social worker appears to believe that I'm not abusing him. He does however have to interview my 4 year old before he can close the case, and has left that interview up in the air with an "I'll call you". Now, my husband and I are living in panic. What if he doesn't believe us, what if our son decides he can get away with misbehaving by telling lies. How do I deal with people who believe that I'm abusing my son, and called to file the report.
Oh, and to top it all off, the woman who filed the report, pulled me aside after the meeting with the social worker to ask me if I needed a Thanksgiving dinner basket. Cause now she believes that I can't afford to feed my kids. This morning, she told me she hoped I wasn't offended that she asked me about the basket. It was a poor apology at best, and left me feeling even more upset. It's really hard to know what to do in a situation like this.
I'm blissfully excited. I got an e-mail this morning from OSU.
We are pleased to inform and congratulate you on your admission to Oregon State University!
Yes, that's right. I'm in, I'm officially a university student, and I start classes April 2. Now I just have to work out my financial aid, and talk to my advisor about what classes I need to take.
And yes I get to go SQUEEE!!!! a lot today.
I'm so proud of myself for doing this. It's the first step towards the career I belong in. And good news is always such a wonderful thing to receive in the morning.
Although, I must admit. Reading it in an e-mail was kind of a let down. It's not quite as impressive as the big thick packet in the mail.
We are pleased to inform and congratulate you on your admission to Oregon State University!
Yes, that's right. I'm in, I'm officially a university student, and I start classes April 2. Now I just have to work out my financial aid, and talk to my advisor about what classes I need to take.
And yes I get to go SQUEEE!!!! a lot today.
I'm so proud of myself for doing this. It's the first step towards the career I belong in. And good news is always such a wonderful thing to receive in the morning.
Although, I must admit. Reading it in an e-mail was kind of a let down. It's not quite as impressive as the big thick packet in the mail.
