Sweet Man had his days off this month on Thurs and Fri, so today feels like Monday to me. In May his days off will be Sat and Sun so maybe I can keep days of the week straight then. Of course, ever being the pessimist, that means I won't know what days are what again until August. Whatever.......
During his days off, we actually talk about real things like what we are doing and where we are going and boring stuff, but at least we get to talk, sans anyone younger than 40. It is delightful. No interruptions and I can hear what he is saying.
See, I have told you before, there is a reason young people have and raise children and grandparents visit......so they can have conversations. tee hee I wouldn't have my living situation change much except maybe winning the lottery and buying a piece of property big enough to build two house, close enough together to walk to visit and far enough apart that I wouldn't have to hear every "he's taken my....and sissy is looking at me.....and if you two don't get to bed by the time I count to three....." Ya know?
Of course I'm not the only one who feels like that. I'm sure Shelley and the kids think....what is with the old people and getting quiet by 9pm? And so that brings us back to work schedule....if SM didn't have to be to work by 6am on Sat and Sun then their lives wouldn't be nearly as impacted by tippy toeing and quiet in the morning when Papa is off work. But we deal right? Even if sometimes it's from the bottom of the deck.
I have gotten exactly half way through my severe destash and the picture taking will begin today. I have 11 boxes of jewelry, scrapbook, sewing, general crafting items to list and 14 boxes of vintage items mostly household, linens, "pretties" as my Mom used to call them. I called them a pain to dust, as a kid. Most of the destash and the linens will go on Etsy. The rest I will put on Ebay. I'll let you know the Etsy start date...hey, there might be "junque" you wanna play with. And I am not trying to make huge sums of money from these but rather get them to someone else who will love having and using them. Oh yeah, also craft books.
Schools next year: GereaKaye is going to a charter school. It is still a public school but has a lottery system to get into the school. The school she is attending has smaller class size. Since she is going to be in middle school I am thrilled she will be in a smaller school than the elementary school she went to this year.
RyLeigh is being championed by the head of special education for this section of the school district. She is personally taking care of finding an Autism program for Ry where he can be afforded the environment where he will be allowed to flourish. We are so happy that finally someone has listened to his needs. He has had two very ugly years being shuffled around and while he has Asperger's, he is sweet and vocal and uninformed adults (teachers) just don't get that he learns differently and at a different rate than the "normal" students. His teacher (come to find out at half past April that she isn't a licensed teacher, she is an intern with no supervising teacher) writes at least three times a week that Ry hasn't completed his work, can't stay on task, doesn't do well with change in the schedule, won't listen to instruction, is disruptive. Okay, hmmmmmmmm....has she read the clinical diagnosis for a child with Aspergers syndrome or PDD NOS? Uhhhhhhhhh, the answer would be, no. She even wrote in his agenda a personal observation on our religious choices and then sent the agenda home with another student.....uhhhhhh, who's not paying attention?
Anyway all this information was taken by the head of special ed, she got mad, (yeah) and did a surprise visit to Ry's classroom. I would have given anything to be a fly on the wall.
Shelley is much relieved to have this lady as an advocate. I don't think it has hit her yet that all that has happened to Ry, one: happens to others all the time, two: this lady is playing a huge CYA for the school system (potential suit putting an unlicensed, unqualified teacher with special needs children), three: that Shelley herself has grown some ovaries and stood up for her kids, herself and is doing it all without a net.
I am proud of my whole family. All are growing, finding themselves and being successful. I am truly thankful for the small miracles of life.