By The Wiz
Of course, I had to ask the teacher to have the speech therapist look at him, because he doesn’t have a whole lot of behavioral issues and frankly, that often means he gets overlooked. (Don’t get me wrong. I’m grateful his behavior is good, it just means I have to speak up a little more.)
I am looking forward to it, but part of me is just worried that they’ll evaluate him again, and say “hmmm…he’s borderline…he doesn’t quite qualify for services but he’s not exactly normal either. Let’s just see how he does.” I’ve heard that too many times now. It’s a tad frustrating.
I’ve noticed that when my kids are out of the house, I don’t eat lunch. It’s just too much effort. Then 3:00 rolls around and I wonder why I’m so cranky.
I want a cinnamon roll. I don’t have any, nor the ingredients/energy to make any.
My bedroom looks like a really boring version of a hotel room. I’m not quite sure how to dress it up. What I really want is some cool new bedding, but I want a new mattress more, and then I remember I have BOTH those things in SLC, and I want to go up and steal all my stuff and bring it back and show the house empty. Screw staging. It hasn’t worked yet, anyway.
Ditto on my dining room table. I want my old one back.
And the artwork currently in the dining room, I have the PERFECT spot for it here and every time I see it, I sigh.
I whine too much.
I thought you might want a picture of the dog I’m talking about.
No aggression issues here! No, really, here he is. I moved him off the pillow the second after I took the picture, because you know, he’s not allowed to be there.