Meh
So it's been 3 weeks and I have heard nothing on the law firm job. I was told that I should hear back from them in about 2 weeks. When you tell someone, "We'll call you no matter what," call them. Even if it's to tell the person "sorry, we've hired someone else." To not do so, when you've said you would, is unprofessional to me. If I don't hear from them tomorrow, I'm going to go up to Southern Tool/Doncasters and put in an application there. I know what they do there and have two years experience working for another Doncasters already, so maybe they can use me. I hope.
Evan and Sara have adjusted very well to their new school. Evan had a bit of trouble the first week. I met with the school counselor and the head resource teacher, got him placed in his special ed classes, and he's done great so far. Tomorrow morning, we meet with the lady in charge of testing to set that up. He last underwent testing four years ago and Cleburne County requires it be done every three years. Evan's currently not on any medication since I took him off the Seroquel in March. He needs to be on something for his ADD, I'm sure, but I really doubt he is bi-polar. Anyway, that's where things stand with him right now.
Sara's doing fine as usual. Making friends and being helpful. She helps the disabled students. She's also joining the Drama Club. This was a surprise, considering her social anxiety, until we found out she was joining in order to do the technical stuff - costumes, sets, etc. That's right up her alley! She's very artistic and creative. :)
I hurt my foot Saturday. I was outside with the dog when Evan and Sara started fighting in the house. I was going to let them hash it out themselves until Evan started cursing. I began to formulate punishment in my head when Sara said she was going to tell on him for that and he declared, "Go ahead! I don't give a DAMN! Just shut the FUCK up!" Ohhh, my dear son, naughty naughty. So they lost their laptops for the rest of the day. When I attempted to retrieve Evan's computer, he thought it would be a good idea to grab hold of it in an attempt to keep me from taking it. Silly boy. By this time, my tolerance was gone. I said, "Son, you have about three seconds to let go of this blasted machine before I strike you. I do not want to lose my temper. Do. Not. Push. Me." Apparently, the look of barely contained rage on my face, combined with my ice cold tone, was enough to convince him he was on the path to destruction and he let go.
But I digress. My foot. When Evan let loose with his profanity, I ran into the house. I was barefoot. A little while later, the bottom of my foot started to hurt. I assumed I'd somehow strained a muscle or pulled a tendon during my little sprint. I have plantar fasciitus so it has made my feet easy to injure. Anyway, it was a sharp pain similar to an injury I had experienced before, so I figured it would feel better in a couple of days. However, last night, it still wasn't better. I was curled up in my polka dot chair, reading, when I ran my fingertips over the sore area, pressing a little on the muscle. There was a small knot in the middle of the area where there had not been one Saturday and Sunday. It felt like it does when you have stepped on a good-sized thorn. I thought, "I'll finish reading this chapter, then I'll check it." So a little while later, I turned my foot over and could see a tiny dot. I had stepped on something and it had poked me. I couldn't see anything in my foot, though. After my dad got home, I showed him. He said, "Yeah, it looks like you have a splinter." This time, I could feel a tiny something so I scraped across it with my finger nail and saw an itty bitty black bit. I said, "Sure is, it's a splinter." I scraped at it some more until I could see a definite splinter and got hold of it with my nails, expecting to pull away just a tiny splinter. Instead, when I pinched it between my nails and pulled, it kept coming out until I had pulled out a 1/4 of an inch of stiff black wire! Augh! My dad exclaimed, "What the heck?!?" The weird thing is I didn't feel this wire go *into* my foot! I had stepped on a larger piece of the same wire a couple of weeks ago and it had definitely hurt. It was like stepping on a straight pin! How this piece managed to initially embed itself in my flesh without my feeling it or even leaving an obvious entry point is unknown. Anyway, after I removed it, the pain almost immediately vanished. I washed my foot and put some antibiotic ointment and a band-aid on it. Today, it's totally fine. The wire seems to be from old screen. Probably from the screen door we currently have since the screen is literally taped to the door. That's my Pop-pa! Why go buy new screen when you can duct tape the old screen to the door? And the tape is coming unstuck at one corner, so the bits of wire are probably breaking off at that point and falling onto the mat below, where they are lying in wait to puncture me again. *sigh*
Evan and Sara have adjusted very well to their new school. Evan had a bit of trouble the first week. I met with the school counselor and the head resource teacher, got him placed in his special ed classes, and he's done great so far. Tomorrow morning, we meet with the lady in charge of testing to set that up. He last underwent testing four years ago and Cleburne County requires it be done every three years. Evan's currently not on any medication since I took him off the Seroquel in March. He needs to be on something for his ADD, I'm sure, but I really doubt he is bi-polar. Anyway, that's where things stand with him right now.
Sara's doing fine as usual. Making friends and being helpful. She helps the disabled students. She's also joining the Drama Club. This was a surprise, considering her social anxiety, until we found out she was joining in order to do the technical stuff - costumes, sets, etc. That's right up her alley! She's very artistic and creative. :)
I hurt my foot Saturday. I was outside with the dog when Evan and Sara started fighting in the house. I was going to let them hash it out themselves until Evan started cursing. I began to formulate punishment in my head when Sara said she was going to tell on him for that and he declared, "Go ahead! I don't give a DAMN! Just shut the FUCK up!" Ohhh, my dear son, naughty naughty. So they lost their laptops for the rest of the day. When I attempted to retrieve Evan's computer, he thought it would be a good idea to grab hold of it in an attempt to keep me from taking it. Silly boy. By this time, my tolerance was gone. I said, "Son, you have about three seconds to let go of this blasted machine before I strike you. I do not want to lose my temper. Do. Not. Push. Me." Apparently, the look of barely contained rage on my face, combined with my ice cold tone, was enough to convince him he was on the path to destruction and he let go.
But I digress. My foot. When Evan let loose with his profanity, I ran into the house. I was barefoot. A little while later, the bottom of my foot started to hurt. I assumed I'd somehow strained a muscle or pulled a tendon during my little sprint. I have plantar fasciitus so it has made my feet easy to injure. Anyway, it was a sharp pain similar to an injury I had experienced before, so I figured it would feel better in a couple of days. However, last night, it still wasn't better. I was curled up in my polka dot chair, reading, when I ran my fingertips over the sore area, pressing a little on the muscle. There was a small knot in the middle of the area where there had not been one Saturday and Sunday. It felt like it does when you have stepped on a good-sized thorn. I thought, "I'll finish reading this chapter, then I'll check it." So a little while later, I turned my foot over and could see a tiny dot. I had stepped on something and it had poked me. I couldn't see anything in my foot, though. After my dad got home, I showed him. He said, "Yeah, it looks like you have a splinter." This time, I could feel a tiny something so I scraped across it with my finger nail and saw an itty bitty black bit. I said, "Sure is, it's a splinter." I scraped at it some more until I could see a definite splinter and got hold of it with my nails, expecting to pull away just a tiny splinter. Instead, when I pinched it between my nails and pulled, it kept coming out until I had pulled out a 1/4 of an inch of stiff black wire! Augh! My dad exclaimed, "What the heck?!?" The weird thing is I didn't feel this wire go *into* my foot! I had stepped on a larger piece of the same wire a couple of weeks ago and it had definitely hurt. It was like stepping on a straight pin! How this piece managed to initially embed itself in my flesh without my feeling it or even leaving an obvious entry point is unknown. Anyway, after I removed it, the pain almost immediately vanished. I washed my foot and put some antibiotic ointment and a band-aid on it. Today, it's totally fine. The wire seems to be from old screen. Probably from the screen door we currently have since the screen is literally taped to the door. That's my Pop-pa! Why go buy new screen when you can duct tape the old screen to the door? And the tape is coming unstuck at one corner, so the bits of wire are probably breaking off at that point and falling onto the mat below, where they are lying in wait to puncture me again. *sigh*