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August 22, 2007
momonono
This is going to be long; I have a ton of things to talk about.
Sometimes living here is very surreal to me. I feel sick and hot most of the time. I have a headache from going in and out of the air conditioning all the time and my hair has turned strangely curly from being hot and sweaty all the time. I feel so pretty.
I’ve been meaning to update since the night I went to meet Little Bear’s teacher but I just haven’t had a chance. When I got to his school that night it was a little over whelming because there had to be over 200 families there and they all stop to stare at the kid in the chair. But I found his classroom pretty easily and met the teacher. She told me not to worry that she had him registered. The only glitch was his old school had neglected to unregister him and the transportation department meant he wasn’t registered to ride the bus to his new school. So it all worked out fine and I flipped for no reason.
That is just how I am. I worry. I think I would rather worry and have it all turn out ok than to not worry and have things get all mucked up. Yes, I am aware that I could not worry and have it be fine or worry and still have things get all mucked up but still…
Since then much has happened. I applied for a part time job to make some extra money because grumpy has gone back to school, which he started on Monday. He wants to finish his BS. I have a job interview on Sept. 5. I really want this job. It is 4 hours a day, close to home, managing a small non profit office. I can even take Hoho with me because I would be the only one in the office. Little Bear has all his therapies in the morning and school in the afternoon. His caretaker, M-sa, can take him to therapy and drop him off at school and then I would be done by noon or one to pick him up. God I hope I get this job. I need some time away from the house too. And I could stop sitting for the floor shitter and his sister. Wish me luck.
Little Bear is getting new leg braces tomorrow. His legs are much more relaxed since he had the baclofen and botox injections. And he is getting so tall that I had to take him in to have his wheelchair adjusted to fit better.
Yesterday the strangest thing happened to me. I’ve mentioned before that I don’t feel like I fit in very well around here but what I’m going to do Saturday is hysterical to me. Since we moved in I met a woman who walks in the mornings. She would always walk by last year as Little Bear was getting on the bus for school. She was always pleasant and would say hello as she passed but that was it. This year it turns out that her daughter is in Little Bear’s preschool class. Since school started we’ve talked more and introduced ourselves, we met her husband when they drove by us as we were coming home from swimming at Nana’s, and we even ran into each other at the mall on Thursday morning when I took the kids to Kids Club. She’s lived here forever and knows everyone. She says things like “hey girl! How ya’ doin’?” She’s always smiling. She’s very nice, just not what I usually gravitate to.
Last night was curriculum night at school and I met up with her while we were on our way to the classroom. She asked me what I was doing on Saturday morning because she was taking her kids to a kids play day thing and would I like to bring my kids and go with them. I said sure it sounded like fun for the kids. She told me she’ll pull up in front of my house and then I can follow her. She has four kids 8, 6, 3, and 8 months. That’s when I asked her the older kids names because I already knew the two youngest. As soon as she told me her son’s name I knew where I was going on Saturday. Her son’s name is Brigham, as in Brigham Young, as in MOMO, Mormon, special underwear and all that. Saturday morning I will be setting foot in a Mormon church. I’m in trouble.
Today Little Bear’s preschool teacher heard me rip another parent apart and she is probably now afraid of me. Twice this week when I have gone to pick up LB there has been someone parked in both disabled parking spaces. A teacher parks in one everyday and the other I usually use. Both times the second spot was occupied by a car without any disabled plates or parking placards. So both times I blocked the car in and put my ramp down. The first time on Monday the guy was like I just ran in to drop something off and I said I don’t care you aren’t allowed to park there. He apologized and went on his way. But today, the Honda parked there had a plate on the front that said, “I’m a princess, that’s why”.
It irked me.
So I went to get LB and as I was chatting with his teacher out on the sidewalk this skinny ass bitch in teeny tiny shorts came out to her car. And I could see that she was bitching and moaning that someone had blocked her in. (Haha!) So we took our dear sweet time walking to the car. Did I mention that it was 112 degrees today? As we approached the car she closed her door. Apparently my face showed my displeasure. I walked up to her window and said,
“Do you have a parking placard?”
She said “I just ran in to pick up my son.”
“So did I , the difference is your son doesn’t need a ramp to get into his car and mine does and your son can walk to the car, mine can’t. There is a reason you aren’t supposed to park there.”
If LB’s teacher hadn’t been with me I would have added – just because you think you are a princess doesn’t mean you are BITCH!
I doubt she’ll ever park in a handicap spot again.
I am off to my book club tonight. I finished Harry Potter on my own time and loved it and I just finished A Prayer for Owen Meany for tonight. God, I love John Irving. It was such a good book. I cried at the end. It made me think of so many things and so many people.
This is a hard week emotionally. Kool Mo D had a birthday and my brother turns 41 tomorrow. My parents would have been married 51 years on Saturday. Three years ago this week was the last time I saw my father alive and one of the days where for a stolen moment he knew I was there and remembered me. Bittersweet.
Next up on the reading list- My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult
Posted by bugg at 04:59 PM | Comments (75)
August 06, 2007
i'm so ober it today
Ok, so my keyboard is still on the fritz. So I still type like I have a terrible cold. To get around this problem I am now typing blog entries in Word then pasting them into Moveable Type.
I’m so ready to just crawl into bed and go to sleep. This is the rundown.
Last year when we moved here the neighborhood school preschool class was full so we had to bus Little Bear to a different school. Back in April I filled out a form to keep him at that school so he wouldn't have to change schools again. He liked his teachers and therapists and they were finally used to having a kid in a wheelchair.
In June, I was told that I would have to provide his transportation this year because I chose to keep him at that school instead of sending him to the school a few blocks away. I made the choice at that time to switch him to our neighborhood school for the sake of "convenience" (HA!) and because his neighborhood friends all go there. The School District lady promised to make it so. I even went up to his new school to fill out the transfer forms in person. So for weeks we have been all set. School starts Wednesday and tonight is meet the teacher night.
Quick backtrack. My mom has been in town since last Tuesday. On Thursday morning when I took Little Bear to be fitted for new leg braces, I noticed he had a bug bite on his ankle that looked like a pretty bad mosquito bite. By the end of the day his entire foot and calf were puffed up to twice their normal size and were red and hot. I called the Dr. and the on-call Dr. said it was no big deal. (HA!) By Friday morning it was out of control. I had to take him to the Dr. first thing. It turned out that he had four ant bites on his ankle. He had to take Benadryl, an antibiotic, and a steroid for several days.
Today we spent the entire day at Children's hospital because Little Bear had Botox injections in his legs and a Baclofen injection into his spine. They had to put him under for the procedure so we had to make sure he didn't have any bad reactions to the drugs.
We walked in the door about 3:45 from an exhausting day and first thing my mom says is that the bus driver called to say that she is scheduled to pick up Little Bear on Wednesday. WTF?
I called his new school – the recording says they are already closed for the day. I called his old school and they told me his is still on their roster. She said it was probably just a glitch and she took him out of their system. Next I called the transportation dept. and I was told that he isn't registered at his new school either. So now he isn't registered anywhere. Then I called the School District lady and of course they are also already closed for today. So, I don't know what the hell is going on now. I have to go to meet the teacher night tonight and see if I can make any headway.
It's all FUBAR!
Now I can't figure out a whole lotta shit like - why is he still on the roster at school A. and not school B.? Why didn't the school District lady make it so like she promised? And why after I filled out the transfer paperwork at school B., did no one call me when they saw that he's not registered at their school? Why is the bus coming to get him after I was told they would not provide transportation? Why is that even though I am seriously anal retentive and on the details like flies on shit, this shit still happens?
Ok, I have one hour until meet the meet the teacher night soirée. I hope I can cool out enough to not be a complete and raving psycho whore. I doubt it, but I can hope.
Aside from the inconvenience to me, the thing that really irks me to the core is that the School District has now seriously screwed Little Bear over in this situation. He has to have therapists and a personal helper in his class. That shit takes planning and follow through. He is the one that will end up losing out. I am one pissed mama bear.
Posted by bugg at 04:32 PM | Comments (2)