I tried to get back here on Friday to participate in Jennifer's 7 Quick Takes meme kind of thing over at Conversion Diary. Obviously, even the "quick take" was too much for me to manage, since I posted no takes of any kind.
So I'm subscribing to the philosophy of better late than never, and I am doing some snippets on a Sunday. Not original, but just about all I can manage right now. I'm sure you'll be riveted by this post.
(Oh, and if you aren't reading Conversion Diary, you should. Jennifer is a fantastic thinker and writer with a compassionate streak a mile wide. That combo is pretty hard to find these days.)
Apparently, I live under a huge rock, because I just looked at my calendar and realized that I have less than two weeks until Thanksgiving. And I am hosting the family Thanksgiving dinner!
The fact that Thanksgiving is right around the corner, means that Advent is nipping close on its heels. And with Advent comes Christmas shopping. And with Christmas shopping comes copious amounts of ibuprofen. Or wine. Whichever. (Oh, but it also means my favorite Christmas music, so that's good.)
It can be mighty disheartening when your child's principal tells you that she can "mandate changes in the schedule to accommodate your son, but [she] cannot mandate a change in his teacher's attitude." FAN-tastic.
It's hard to know that the teacher thinks of your child as the problem child.
For those of you fellow Blogger bloggers, what is the deal with Followers? I use a reader, so I'm late to the Follower party. I'm wondering if you like using the Follower feature better, and why?
Also? I've given up on Twitter --at least for a while. It's just too much. I don't update my Facebook account either. It feels good to get that out there.
Teacher conferences make me nervous. Even when they are for the child who is an excellent student. While listening to the teacher tell us how well Francie is doing, I still managed to pick nervously at my cuticle enough to make it bleed. I mean, I need a Band-Aid stat! kind of bleeding. I may be certifiable.
I recently received information I had requested from a home schooling program, and I subsequently received a follow-up call from a woman affiliated with the program. She began the hard sell for home schooling pretty much from the word "hello."
I told her my reasons for considering home schooling Fiver, and I also told her that I am a fan of home schooling, even though I don't do it myself at this time. I know many wonderful families who do.
She continued her pitch, and I continued to expand on some of the issues we are facing with Fiver. I mentioned that we were trying to get him a full time classroom aide, to which she replied, "Well, that's good for now, but at some point he'll just become the 'retard with the aide'. Kids are cruel."
What, now, what?!?
I know kids are cruel, but apparently, so are adults. Maybe calling my kid a retard is not the best way to recruit my patronage of your program.
I wasn't even that mad, just amazed. And she didn't turn me off of the idea of home schooling, either.
Thankfully, I have rediscovered the fact that kindred spirits can never be underestimated. I had the chance this week to meet up with a friend I have not seen in over a year, but no matter. We picked up like we had seen each other the week before, falling into an easy conversation that spanned the range of topics from the economy to Asperger's Disorder to the guilty pleasure that is Twilight to hiding our reading material from our precocious daughters.
These kinds of friends, they are a balm to me.
Upon closer inspection of this list, I can see just how emotional this week has been. And I have felt it down to my bones.
It is no wonder then, that I have not posted much, since my M.O. has ever been to call retreat from the world when I am weary or sad.
But tomorrow is a new day, "fresh with no mistakes in it," as Anne-with-an-e would say. Thank God for that.