Is she better?
I’ve had a really really tough day. And I will warn you, this post uses the f-word. A lot. And if you object, well, fuck you.
Some days are better than others, and then today happens …
I’ve mentioned the pharmacist goddess, Roxanne, in past posts. She is one of the very few who read my blog, know me, and live near us. Turns out that this morning, as I was going to the supermarket, I was thinking to myself how there was no way I could write the post I want to. I often get the feeling that no one would believe me, or that I sound like a dork, a whiner, or something. Could all this stuff really be true? Really happen to one guy and his kid?
As I pulled into the supermarket, who do I see? The pharma-goddess and her hubby, Mr. Pharma-goddess. I park and get a hug! A hug from a wonderful woman with drugs! Go beat that.
She tells me she reads this blog often and can’t believe that I still function … she is having a very difficult time just finding and scheduling movers! (yes, I am losing my drug connection …) We laugh over all the stuff that happens around me and Pearlsky, and she compliments me on surviving with a smile.
Ain't no Schleprock here!
I know that sometimes I may cause or aggravate a situation, but that is by far not the norm. I know that I react strongly to somethings others would let go past. I have a very strong sense that what is done for / to / with Pearlsky must meet the level of that for any “normal” person, and that, at least with the school district, she is a pioneer and I want it to be right for those following us. Maybe there is some totally misplaced guilt and I want only the best for her. Whatever it is, a lot is just thrust upon (dumped on) us, and we deal.
Ninety percent of the time I like life. I have great friends, relatives, one and a half successful companies, respect of others, food on the table (Pediasure, hot dogs and coffee count, right?), and my health.
So, I will do this post, it is all true. Just a typical week in the life of Single Dad. Some good, some bad, some ugly.
How often Do you ever use your kid as an excuse?
On July 8, 2010, In Guardianship, Parenting
So much to blog about … the ending to the sagas from the last post, the new-to-the-iep-and-getting-f’ed-over saga of one of my bff’s, the screw-you-I-don’t-want-to-come-thirty-minutes-early-for-the-appointment post, etc. But, I don’t have the energy right now.
No, we need to get ready for tomorrow. We Pearlsky has an appointment in the morning. A three and a half hour appointment. With a shrink. Yes, a psychiatrist. Three and a half hours. Pearlsky who cannot write, point, nod, purposely look, scratch, etc., yes, the Pearlsky with NO communication. Three and a half hours. With a shrink. We are going to bathe, ’cause if you look marvelous, nothing else matters. I just know she’s gonna blame everything on me. Don’t kids always blame the parent?
For legal guardianship we need a full report from a social worker, psychiatrist, and a physician. From each, a multi-page report saying “Pearlsky is retarded fully dependent.” Three and a half hours. Damn, I better behave.
By the way, who reports the mandated reporters? (a future post)
Let’s hope the doc doesn’t check her belly …
Scary scene from scary movie, the original Exorcist. Click on image at your own risk!
On June 17, 2010, In Parenting
I wanted to be a father for the longest time.
I am a father.
Loads of people tell me what a great father I am. The one person who matters doesn’t tell me shit. She can’t talk.
On June 15, 2010, In Parenting
You know that look. You see it coming. Your heart races, you grab a towel, blanket, something that’s around and you jump …
click here to continue reading …
I have always told my employees, on their first day of work, “If you need an afternoon off, do not tell me why.”
We went to the clinic in the hospital today to see if Pearlsky has a urinary tract infection. We have known this doctor for about 15 years, she was not in today, and we knew that her nurse would do the test. Here is the email I just sent the doctor. click here to continue reading …
On May 24, 2010, In Parenting
I’ve hidden a lot from my mother. She knows this blog exists and she knows not to read it. Yes, she can if she really wants, but she knows if I warn her not to it is probably not a good idea (I did share my adult site with her, but that’s another story). She does not need to read some of the bad stuff, or even the day to day crapola that we all deal with, including me and Pearlsky. Life is tough.
She gave me a lot of my coping skills. Don’t get me wrong, dad is pretty great himself, … or was.
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