This is going to be quick, because I am losing ALL patience with the universe. Consider the following: If I had testicles, I would this day would best be compared to a 24-hour kick in the sack that has rendered me sterile. NO. JOKE.
But I would like the address the issue of the "research project". Upon arriving at school this morning (where I escorted my children to their classrooms, because there was no WAY I was going to trust them with
The project was meant to be done at the ability level of a kindergartner--only, I'm not exactly sure what that means, because my kindergartners are struggling to form letters and learn phonetic sounds. We aren't to the part of the game yet where we can organize our thoughts into a multi-step project. Just this very morning, I asked Big J to write his name on
And it's making me crazy. And I don't love it, not one single bit. I LOVE my son, but there is not one iota of me that can watch him struggle to write a letter, and NOT hate it.
I don't believe his school is failing him--quite the contrary, I think they are super aware of Big J and are doing everything they can. Problem is, he can't be diagnosed with a learning disability until he is 7, and he can't receive occupational therapy (handwriting help) without having another significant delay. It is a strange, bureaucratic crack that we are slipping through, and it looks like we'll be here for at least 10 months, so we are going to settle in and eat some cheese puffs.
This was the way he was born--it isn't a lack of attention or focus on the part of the school. They are doing what they can, and then some, until he legally qualifies for extra help. But this goes way beyond what can be addressed in a 3-hour day. And it has to be okay, because I can help him, but I can't fix him. Mike and I actually have ZERO resentment for our kid's schools or their teachers--but we are definitely being moved to understand that school DOES NOT perfectly meet the needs of our kids. This is pretty important for us, and honestly, for every parent to understand: We are called to KNOW our children, what the need, what they don't.
My G also came home today with 3 of 5 daily stars taken away--some of them for generally disorganized behavior that occurred LAST week. I don't even know where to begin to address that. Yes, she is a hot, hot mess when it comes to having her act together. She lost her television time this evening, which is fine, because we have homework to do. Except that we forgot our homework at school.
Wait for it.
Mental implosion in 3, 2, 1.....
She knows it's a problem. She hates having to tell me she lost behavior stars. She's more than willing and understanding of losing her privileges. She doesn't complain. What to do? Make her lick toilets????? What. Am. I. Missing.
Final groin blow: My computer has suffered a major brain injury, and now appears to be coughing up blood. Oh, technology, how I loathe thee.