Forced Patience

I received a call from the Director of Special Education late yesterday afternoon. Due to more flooding, schools will closed today and tomorrow. GB's CSE meeting is 9 AM Monday. So I will take my patience panties out and wait. On the brighter side, I now have four extra days to come up with my list of things I want for GB.

My mother always said patience was something you develop. The older I get, the less I seem to have. Oh well.

Patience, my A&&

The Director of Special Education was suppose to call me yesterday to set up a CSE on GB THIS week. She didn't. I stopped by her office and called three times... nothing. This morning, I called the office and refused to take no for an answer. The secretary finally came back and said the Director said GB would have the same placement, a new reading program and it was unnecessary for the CSE to meet. The secretary said if I disagreed, I should leave a voice mail with Mrs. Very Stupid Chairperson.  My concerns had N.O.T.H.I.N.G to do with reading. I told the secretary I want a CSE meeting THIS week, with the Director as the Chairperson. It is already Wednesday, but that is not my problem. Two days into the school year, and my blood pressure is sky high.

I hear my mother's voice , echoing in my head, "Patience is a virtue". Patience, my A&&, I am going to kill somebody. Sigh. Or at least spend lots of money hiring a lawyer again. It shouldn't be this hard.

New posts on old blog.

First Day of School

Hope and GB were up early for the bus this morning, both excited school was starting. Hope was a little grumpy, as she took a long time to fall asleep last night. We had no meltdowns, which is a good start to the year. I spent two hours at the school, as GB still does not have a placement. For now, I am keeping her in last years class. The Director of Special Ed thinks that both I and the teacher will forget about the debacle at the end of the summer. She is mistaken. Irene may have sidetracked me, but the appropriate school placement is critical. And by the end of the week, I will have one.

Blogs For a Cause

I love my blogs new look! I wanted to support the Orlando Scholarship Fund's auction. Since Corey had put so much work into it, I could at least be a supporter. That I also believe in the cause didn't hurt either. One of the items I bid on (and won) was a blog update. I am older than most of the Trauma Mamas and did not grow up in the age of technology. Using a blogger template, I can make and maintain a basic blog set up, but most of the neat things I saw on the blogs I follow are beyond my abilities and knowledge. Nikki, at Blogs For A Cause, generously donated a blog make over to the auction. I kept my same layout, picked out a digital scrap booking set (the one I chose was free) and sent her some pictures for the header. I only started sending Nikki information 2 days ago. Within 24 hours, she had sent me a link for her first try. I asked her to change the picture of GB in the header. She took the picture I sent her, flipped it so GB faced the other way and I now have an updated blog that I am thrilled with.

A basic blog update like mine costs $30.00, which I thought was a bargain. But  Blogs For A Cause is more than quality work for a good price. All monies made are used to support endeavors educating children in poverty stricken countries around the world and other charities. Nikki, who does the actual work, has a blog at http://www.onetinystarfish.blogspot.com/. She does an excellent job of sharing what her Blogs For A Cause earnings accomplish. I love to support people who have a passion for making the world a better place. If any of you are looking for a blog update, I would appreciate it if you would check out her website. I know there were a couple of people bidding against me :)

Laughing Is Always Better

I have been reading up on Borderline Personality Disorder. It is one of the common conditions that an unhealed RADish ends up with as a diagnosis. I just started my third book this week. It is different than the first two I read because it is not written by a professional. It is written by a man who is married to a women with Borderline Personality Disorder, from the perspective of how to survive and not buy in to the persons problems.  The name of it is When Hope Is Not Enough. I started reading about Borderline Personality Disorder because I was looking for new ways to relate with my oldest daughter. It is an interesting book. Last night, after the girls were in bed, I picked up the book to read until I could sleep. The title had slipped my mind- I just remembered that it had a green cover. When I noticed the title I started laughing. Hope is ALWAYS enough. Better laughing than crying.

Famous Last Words.

It is day four  of the Dad's trip to Michigan. Hope isn't doing a whole lot better today, but I am. So far, at least. Yesterday, her whiny cry hit me like nails on a blackboard. Today, I am ignoring it with little effort. We were going to go shopping for first day of school dresses today, but I chose not to. This started GB whining, but I am not responding to her whining either. I know school starting on Tuesday is contributing to the girls' instability. The Dad comes home tomorrow night. Until then, I am trying to keep everything low key. Hope still needs to stay in line of sight and is very unhappy about the restriction. She has been forcing herself to cry for the last 45 minutes- but every couple of minutes, she forgets she is crying and has to start over again. She hasn't hit me today, so I think today has to count as a better day.

Famous last words. As Hope was crying and I was typing, she asked to color. I told her when she was done crying, we would talk about it. She instantly started raging. For almost an hour, she attacked me. I am bruised, welted and bloody. I finally gave up trying to restrain her and got out the Papoose board. At the sight of it she stopped raging. Just like that. If I didn't see it, I wouldn't have believed it.

Maybe it was the blog jinx - before I even posted?

UUUUUGH!

I am on day # 3 of the Dad in Michigan. So far, Hope has thrown her cereal (with bowl and milk), got a comb stuck in her dreads, smashed the plastic fruit from the play kitchen, tried to write GB's name on the wall with a crayon, tried to initiate inappropriate play with GB, and left me with bruises. It still morning and Hope is on her mat. It is going to be a loooooong day :(