Tonight I sit here, suffering.
Tonight, Charlie has audible farts.
This means that I can hear the results of him ingesting something...anything...other than his kibble.
Ironic that the word which describes how I could die tonight is "asphyxiate" no?
But enough about Charlies gastro-intestinal issues.
The school year is winding down. I cannot tell you how excited I am for this to happen.
I love my job, I truly do. But lately I have found myself less and less able to tolerate disrespectful children. And if you want to be exposed to that sort of child, work in a public school.
Some parents are just morons. I will leave it at that.
Speaking of morons...I am going to have to be "that mom" I guess.
We have been working all year to get a 504 for Rick. I have been asking for two years to get him some PT and OT to help with his fine and gross motor skills.
Kids with Asperger's often struggle with things that fall into this category, and Rick is no exception.
Rick struggles with things like shoe tying (he gets velcro), buttoning and zipping (track pants anyone?) and writing.
The school has finally decided that he needs help (no duh.) so they have decided to train him on some devices that will allow him to speak or type his writing.
I know, right?!
How, exactly, is this going to help him with his writing? I couldn't be less concerned with the content of his writing..the boy can tell a story! But he struggles with physically writing.
I think that is the point they are missing.
Wanna hear the best part? He doesn't qualify for PT or OT because he is....get this....TOO SMART.
Tell me, what good will all of the smarts in the world do if the boy can't put pen to paper?
Do they not realize that not having this skill will eventually manifest itself in poor grades and behavior issues?
Why are they setting my child up to fail?
Well, it's not going to happen. Because I may be a moron...but I care. I want my child to do well. And darn it all, Rick is just too smart to let a little thing like writing to hold him back!
So here I sit tonight, smelling the audible farts and attempting to write a letter to the principal that doesn't make me look like a raving lunatic.
I'm so upset that I may have to join Charlie in his methane expulsion. We may just have to audibly fart together.
Don't come visiting anytime soon unless you are armed with a gallon of febreeze and a few bath and body works wall flowers.
Which reminds me...what is your favorite scent???
I am convinced my ADD gets worse when I'm tired.
Did I mention I'm up so I can mind the fireplace since my heater went kaput?
Wish me luck, and send a gas mask.
