So guess what I did this morning! Go on, GUESS!
I put on a sweater. Because I was COLD. Which is sort of newsworthy in and of itself, I suppose (it’s official: my blood has thinned), but that’s not what I wanted to tell you.
No, actually what I was referring to was the fact that today we had the long-awaited 504 meeting to “get things straightened out.”
I drove over to the school this morning with trepidation, bracing myself (and here I reveal my overwhelming geekiness, fair warning) with the rather soothing thought that even if the meeting didn’t go well, it would surely yield so much blog-worthy goodness that it would prove useful, either way. This steadied my nerves and I headed in ready to do battle.
The good news is that the meeting went really well.
The bad news is that the meeting went really well.
Look; given a choice, I would MUCH RATHER have events pertinent to my children’s well-being turn out flawlessly and be left with nothing interesting to write about than deal with the content-rich but extremely stressful alternative. I am NOT complaining. Good meeting = good.
But, uh, I was sort of counting on hilarity to ensue so that I’d have something interesting to say this morning.
And the teacher only called Monkey by the wrong name once, so I don’t even have THAT. Damn school! Damn teacher making an effort to call him the right name! Damn administrators apologizing for the problems thus far and agreeing we need to fix things! DAMN THEM ALL TO HELL!
Anyhoo, only time will tell if everything is truly revamped in a way that will prevent problems, but I’m hopeful.
In the meantime, I’m lining up our ducks in a row (I just love that mental image, as if giving in to my OCD tendencies and getting a big box of rubber ducks lined up JUST SO could solve all of my problems, somehow) to get Monkey’s anxiety issues better handled, here. And sometimes, you know, I think it’s working. We’re trying a new med and I gave it to him yesterday afternoon and he was just CALM and SWEET AS PIE for hours on end.
Then, of course, I left the kids with a sitter last night, joking about how all she had to do to earn her money was watch television, as I left the house only 15 minutes before bedtime. Well, apparently during those 15 minutes, Chickadee thought it would be funny to “tap” the book that Monkey was reading so that it “just lightly bonked” him, and of course her “tap” apparently ended up smashing the book into his nose (he even has a paper cut across the bridge, this morning), at which point Mr. Serene turned back into The Hulk.
It was a very brave 12-year-old I returned home to, who hung her head and recounted Monkey chasing Chickadee all over the house and finally brutally clubbing her with a pillow while screaming that he was going to hit her a million times. She TRIED to stop him, she told me, but he was REALLY ANGRY and also VERY FAST. I reassured her that she did everything right and that this is just something that happens with him, sometimes. (Particularly after being baited by his sister, I did not add.)
And yes, the medication we’re using would’ve worn off by then, but I also know that if you were to hand Monkey a rabbit turd and tell him that this is a magical pill that will enable him to fly, you will find him poised on the deck railing in an hour, declaring that he’s QUITE SURE he can feel his wing buds sprouting. So whether or not the meds work, and whether or not there’s a rebound effect we need to be watching out for, too, remains to be seen. But he had his medication after breakfast today and his teacher reported that he was having a “particularly good morning,” so even IF we’re looking at a placebo effect, here, I say I’LL TAKE IT.
All things considered, when I compare and contrast a meeting that goes well with an evening that, well, DOESN’T, I find myself grateful for those less bloggable moments. Especially when it comes to the kids.