jumped into the river what did i see
I am sick of
- having the same argument over and over again with the school. In our IEP we agreed that email was a reasonable accomodation for Sean's notes home. Why are we still getting handwritten notes when it's nearly April, when in every damn meeting we reiterate that we want all notes to be sent via email, and every time they're all 'oh, okay, that's fine'. No go. They were absolutely willing to bend over backwards to send everything in Braille. We're asking them to do something easier. Why is this hard?
- not to mention the shoes, the rashes, the sign language, going to his IEP conferences and having them waste my time by just reading off the goddamn piece of paper they just gave us copies of, just the general shit of this school placement. I feel like we've wasted this year, and I have enough issues about wasting time
- writer's block
- blowing days because I'm too tired to do anything
- Sean not being potty trained
- doctors, pain, general bullshit of the medical stripe
- being inside my own head, which is a truly angry place at the moment filled with fire and brimstone and shouting Mongols
- the mythologization of mothers and motherhood (why are fathers allowed to have jobs other than being fathers, but if a mother is a mother and has a job the fact that she's a mother gets top fucking billing?)
- the snow in my five day forecast
- the 'just this once' excuse used over and over again as an excuse for not following instructions/accomodations (somehow people have failed basic math and don't realize that an infinite number of 'just this once's is still an infinite number no matter how many pretty little ribbons you tie on it)
- having people assume that I am the default caregiver of the boy just because my sexual organs are tucked in rather than untucked (seriously, people: just because that's where it came from doesn't mean that's where it still is, okay? )
I will stim on Radiohead now.
- having the same argument over and over again with the school. In our IEP we agreed that email was a reasonable accomodation for Sean's notes home. Why are we still getting handwritten notes when it's nearly April, when in every damn meeting we reiterate that we want all notes to be sent via email, and every time they're all 'oh, okay, that's fine'. No go. They were absolutely willing to bend over backwards to send everything in Braille. We're asking them to do something easier. Why is this hard?
- not to mention the shoes, the rashes, the sign language, going to his IEP conferences and having them waste my time by just reading off the goddamn piece of paper they just gave us copies of, just the general shit of this school placement. I feel like we've wasted this year, and I have enough issues about wasting time
- writer's block
- blowing days because I'm too tired to do anything
- Sean not being potty trained
- doctors, pain, general bullshit of the medical stripe
- being inside my own head, which is a truly angry place at the moment filled with fire and brimstone and shouting Mongols
- the mythologization of mothers and motherhood (why are fathers allowed to have jobs other than being fathers, but if a mother is a mother and has a job the fact that she's a mother gets top fucking billing?)
- the snow in my five day forecast
- the 'just this once' excuse used over and over again as an excuse for not following instructions/accomodations (somehow people have failed basic math and don't realize that an infinite number of 'just this once's is still an infinite number no matter how many pretty little ribbons you tie on it)
- having people assume that I am the default caregiver of the boy just because my sexual organs are tucked in rather than untucked (seriously, people: just because that's where it came from doesn't mean that's where it still is, okay? )
I will stim on Radiohead now.