I met the Assistant Superintendent for Student Services at a cafe today. She had about forty-five minutes and used the first half to talk about her philosophy and other stuff. If she was trying to burn time or give me valuable information, I am not sure.
On August 10, 2010, In School
On August 8, 2010, In Guardianship, School
It was a long week, some good, some bad. I guess that means status quo.
On August 4, 2010, In School
I have been railing about how the summer program is awful. No one is taking responsibility for any of the failings. The truth is, I know most of the answers to my questions, I just want the district to own up to them.
On July 26, 2010, In School
It’s summertime. Her ass should be in a kayak.
No one has the guts to answer today’s email, at all, let alone with the truth …
Can someone tell me SPECIFICALLY what changed to allow her to finally go?
Maybe a father who wouldn’t let it go?
Some days are better than others, and then today happens …
On July 20, 2010, In School, Socialization
From Wikipedia: “Separate but equal was a legal doctrine in United States Constitutional law that justified systems of segregation. Under this doctrine, services, facilities and public accommodations were allowed to be separated by race, on the condition that the quality of each group’s public facilities were (supposedly) to remain equal. The phrase was derived from a Louisiana law of 1890.” And if you grew up in the US and don’t understand the title of this post, go back and smack your high school social studies teacher. Hard.
I have been thinking about separate but equal and how it relates to our kids, spurred on by the very special and not currently blogging “Keeper.” And today, well, I reached my limit. Have I told you how I hate idiots?
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 13, 2010, In School
Sometimes I don’t believe my life either.
Pearlsky’s school aide calls around 11 this morning.
I just want you to know that she is coming home later with a band-aid on her elbow. She was rubbing her elbow back and forth on her tray for a while.
No one noticed? How does she know, unless she watched it? And to the point of tearing her skin?
I come home everyday from work at 3:00 to make sure the nanny is here and to meet the bus (expected at 3:15). Today, I was sitting on the curb and at 3:15 my cell phone rings.
This is the nurse, I am so so sorry. I did not give Pearlsky her 2:30 meds. I can’t believe it, I am so sorry.
Where are you?
We are in the bus, about two blocks away from the house. Do you want us to go back to school so I can give them to her?
Duh, no. Now we need to forgive the nurse, because, you see, she has so much to do during the day. Let’s see, she has to give Pearlsky meds at noon, she has to give Pearlsky meds at 2:30, and … umm … did I mention the noon meds? She is responsible for two girls. That’s it. (BTW, Pearlsky is fine.)
Someone wake me up, this life can’t be real. I’m just letting it all pass today … no energy.
Oh, remember the welts she came home with back on May 14, a full SIXTY days ago? Check out the seemingly permanent scar …
The photo does not do it justice, but there is the band-aid to keep it company.
On July 11, 2010, In School
A dear friend is dealing with her child’s first Individualized Education Plan (IEP). They had a good meeting, great things were put in the IEP … and none are coming to fruition. Delays, excuses, crap.
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