Macualay Culkin

Today was one of those days. Miss R has been super whiny. She threw a fit in the car b/c she dropped her "cell phone." Then, when we got to school, she refused to walk forward. I was carrying the Monday load of clean blankets and sheets per usual, plus Baby's milk, and Baby A. And I didn't want to cater to her whiny refusal to move so I grabbed her by the arm and tugged her along. She tried to do the toddler drop, but that didn't stop me from moving forward. Henry was of course way ahead of us.

Today was moving day for the students. Students who had birthdays were to move up to the next level. So I was surprised when Henry was still in his usual classroom. The brain trust in the front office (yes, I am being condescending) didn't move Henry b/c when C attacked Henry last month, I said that I didn't want them in the same room. I was told by the "coordinator" that C would be moved. She lied and didn't do it. Now that it was moving time, in her infinite wisdom decided to move C up and kept Henry where he was b/c they are both still potty training and there is only one 3 year old classroom that takes those who aren't completely potty trained. So rather than talk to me, she decided to keep the "smart" kid in the 2 year old room and the kid with several incident reports on his report (I shouldn't know that information but one of the teachers told me that C is a problem) into the 3 year old room. Does that seem fair? Hold back the smart kid back. The "coordinator" should consider going into public education as her logic is as *** backward as the policies coming out of Tucson's public schools. Penalize talent, reward mediocrity and/or pre-criminality. I realize that last word is a tad hyperbolic, but I think that anyone who saw how aggressive C was toward Henry would realize that there is something seriously wrong with that kid.

I talked with Henry's teacher Miss Valerie and she said that Henry's ready to move up. He knows the answers to questions the teachers pose to the class. She said a couple times that Henry's very "smart," which of course we already know. Henry is a very quick kid.

Melanie, one of the daycare staff, said that she finally realized who Henry reminded her of...Macualay Culkin. Jeff doesn't like that comparison.







The day just got better when I got home with the kids to find a message from the incompetents at CPS. They have scheduled a visit for Baby A tomorrow from 2-4PM. Have her at daycare. And she'll have a visit with bio mom on Fridays from 9-11AM, so have her at daycare. OK. These demands pretty much fall under the category "What the Hell?" First, they are supposed to give us 24 hours notice at a minimum. Leaving a message late in the afternoon isn't quite 24 hours and it gives us no opportunity to respond. What if she had a doctor's appointment? We pick up the kids at 4:30PM, but the likelihood of Baby A making it back to daycare by then is slim. Not to mention that I prefer her to be picked up at our place so we can be assured that the drivers have a legally required rear facing car seat. Second, we have to make baby available, but they should picking her up at our house if we so choose. Her caseworker is trying to dictate where the child gets picked up. We don't take the kids to daycare until 9AM. For baby to make it to a 9AM visit with mom, we'll now have to leave our house at 7:45AM. I've already been through this with the caseworker before. She doesn't seem to get that our lives don't center around her whims. I think that she may be one of those God-complex caseworkers. But if we piss her off, will she use her godly powers to screw up our set up with Baby A? It happens all of the time unfortunately. You have some social workers who try to do good work. Then you have those who are simply stupid and incompetent. And then you have the nut jobs mixed in. I'd better stop writing b/c it makes me so mad just thinking about it.

Henry was unhappy at dinner b/c there was some fat on his ham. Very fitting the that skinny kid refuses to eat anything but super lean meat.

Baby A vomited all over me as Jeff arrived home. He had been doing errands and bought the Pirates of the Caribbean pinball machine. It is now at Grammy and Poppy's house. They are willing to house it for us until we get an addition built onto the house...whenever that happens.

Jeff watched a little bit of Shrek 2 with Henry before bed. The kids didn't look sleepy as of 10PM, but they finally crashed. They stayed up way too late, but I just didn't have the energy to wrestle them to bed.

I'm really exhausted. To be exposed to so much stupidity in a short period of time is simply toxic to my system.

The kids are in bed. I have to write a response to Baby A's mom. She sent along some questions after the last visit. Jeff and I need to talk about the responses. Then, I'm heading to bed myself.