The 'R' Word

Last Friday I got an email from my assistant principal (my boss), asking to see me in her office when I had a minute. Right before I went to lunch I popped down to her office, and she asked me inside and closed the door. She told me she was concerned about something she had heard from two teachers about me. Well, the first thing that came to mind was that I did not tell her I was pregnant. (BTW, that is not her business!) Well, it turns out that these two teachers heard me use the R word in my classroom, once while students were present in the room.

I was in such shock that I could not even think of what to say. I would #1 never use that word in my room while students were present and #2 do not use that word, ever unless I am testing a kid who I feel would meet the qualifications for being retarded. So I sat there in her office with the door shut in total shock and disbelief. I was raised in an very open and loving home where the R word was worse than any cuss word that might slip from your mouth. I went to a local day care center with 2 boys who were, but I knew I should never talk about it and that I should be nice and caring to those 2 boys. I volunteered my high-school service hours in an Early Childhood Special Education Classroom where I met many a student who was, I volunteered at the Macoupin County ARC Camp Good Times Summer camp with many who were, I had a mother who was a special education teacher who taught those who were. I even attended the 10th anniversary of ADA 9 years ago with my own son. I am hurt at such accusations. I am hurt that my fellow colleagues could not come to me and voice their concerns with me in person, I also feel like someone is out to get me.

Well, Saturday a higher being spoke to me. On Saturday a gentleman and his grand kids came to take our fish pond away (another blog, I promise). His name is Bill. Well, Bill brought his big trailer over to pick up all the fish pond equipment, and out of his truck come his grand kids, and Gary. Gary is a down syndrome gentleman whom I worked with for many summers at the ARC camps. He remembered me! He even remembered the baby, who is now 10 year old Eddy. I know that some higher power sent Gary last Saturday to remind me that I am a good person who would never use the r word inappropriately. My boss has yet to meet with me, although I have sent her several emails about wanting to meet with her. I just want to tell her about Gary and myself.

Not now, gotta go, talk to you later

It has been a long ass time since I blogged. I have no excuses except for the craziness of my life. Well we all got over being sick. That was until the 4 eye teeth decided to rupture the poor babe's gums, leaving her full of fever, runny shits, runny nose, no sleep, and now constipation. But,I believe she is milking this for all she is worth, because it means getting Popsicles, getting to nurse again, and getting away with being a complete bossy babe. I digress..

Eddy Haskel on the other hand is heading down the path of juvenile delinquency, he got 3 detentions with in a one week period. #1 was for 3 referrals for talking, served today, #2 was telling Mr. Mc the music teacher that he was not writing the punishment (insubordination) to be served next Thursday, and finally #3 for running in front of his teacher while they walked a block from school to the high school to see the play (being a jackass) to be served in two Thursdays. Eddy also played with some eggs, (vadalisim) and he tried to set the house on fire with a magnifying glass (arson). He cannot receive visitors, play video games, enjoy life, enjoy Legos, or anything for the next few weeks, or until the police come and get him. Instead of a college fund, we are saving money for bail and probably a lawyer.

Mr. Anti-Hippie is managing to piss me off too, yes I know he lives with me and he works a hell of a lot, but that is not an excuse for not having dinner atleast started when I get home, the house atleast picked up (not even dusted or vacumed) just picked up, and that is not an excuses for not having the laundry sorted, instead of piled on my bed or the couch. I know he works hard, but this time of year I am spending 10+ hours at work with all the IEP shit I have to do and all the other paper work that is necessary for my job.

Speaking of which, I really think that I am not cut out for this line of work. I get emails from parents all day long asking what their student's DRA level is, and why it is so low, and if they will be graded on the ISATs, and if I have seen Angelina's agenda, and how Corinne's behavior was, and when can they meet with me, and why did Angelina wear the skirt to school, and on and on and on... oh Did I mention all the Annual Reviews that I have and all the intials that I have and all the transitional plans that I have and all the EDCs that I have, oh yeah and I am pregnant too, and really bitchy.... oh yea and the IEP program kicks you off most of the time during the day, so that is why I stay late, so that I can finish the damned paper work. Well I only have 38 more days left and only 147 more days to be pregnant, atleast the weather is getting nicer.

Well my fair reader (s)? I must go climb into bed and stay on my side, so that he knows that I am still pissed, oh yea then I will have to go pee about 5 times.


Happy Spring

It is RSV

We found out yesterday that she tested positive for RSV. She is too young for medication so we are supposed to watch her for signs of wheezy-ness. We took turns sleeping with her up right on the couch last night, the Anti Hippie even had to work today, he is such a trooper! We watched Iron Man last night and as the movie progressed so did her wheezy-ness, we plugged in 2 humidifiers and slept upright. She is still cranky today, but I just dosed her full of Motrin, and my mom has invited us over so that I can catch up on my cable t.v. and she can watch Gnat for a few hours. Even though she makes me crazy, I thought this was a nice gesture! So we are off to the 'farm'. Enjoy your Sunday, and if you have the day off tomorrow enjoy that too!

100th Positng

This is my 100th posting!!! It is really the only thing I can get excited about today actually. I hate Valentine's Day, and have for a long long time. Before children and before the Anti-Hippie it always seemed that I got dumped around Valentine's Day. I love my husband every day and do not need a holiday to buy him a mushy card, I also don't want anything on Valentine's Day, surprise me and send me flowers out of the blue, because you were thinking about me! We actually do not do anything to celebrate this day around here, especially not today.

Last night, we listened through the baby monitor as Gnat struggled with a cough. This morning she woke up feeling okay but with a runny nose, by 1:00 this afternoon she had a fever of 99.9 and was so lethargic and whiny that the Anti-Hippie and she are on their way to Prompt Care in Springfield. Meanwhile the next door neighbor has called to tell me that her 2 year old has a confirmed case of RSV, they were over for a visit a few days ago. I hate to be all excitable about illness, because as you know this is not who I am, but I wanted to be proactive about this so I was the one who recommended going to Prompt Care. I am anxious as I await their call, but I know in my heart I did the right thing. I will keep you posted on this matter.

On the other hand I have some more bitching to do. My niece received her transplant last week and is doing great. I am sending white light and hoping for the best for her, but her parents on the other hand are really making me angry. I probably should not even be posting this because it seems like I am cold and heartless, but they need to get a grip they need to STOP SPENDING MONEY WHILE THEY ARE IN CHICAGO! They will be up there for at least 4 months awaiting her recovery, so if they eat out only once every day at $40.00 per day that is 40 * 120 days or $4800.00. By my calculations that is enough money to buy a half way decent used car, that is enough money to put money down on renting an apartment, that is enough money to PAY YOUR PARENTS BACK THE MONEY YOU OWE THEM!!

Okay I am sorry I ruined your Valentine's Day, but you all know that I love you, Happy V. Day!

Stupid Family (not mine)

Disclaimer:
This letter is written to the Stupid Family that goes to my sitter. They have three Stupid Kids, one 9 year old hyper active girl, one 22 month old bully of a boy, and one very cute but large 5 month old. They infected my household with the pukes and shits last week, and this week they have two diagnosed cases of RSV.


Dear Stupids,
I know you need to go to work, and sometimes if your kids have the sniffles you think to yourself, who is this gonna hurt? Well Stupids it hurt my family last week, we were incapacitated for a whole 24 hours and were unable to take care of our children because we were too sick and weak to move. We actually left our 10 year old in charge of the little one. Not to mention the whole puking and shitting thing. Thanks for that.
Now, today you call the sitter as I am picking up Gnat. You call the sitter to tell her your two youngest have RSV and they were exposed to it at the sitters house? WTF??? NO ONE has been sick at the sitter's house but your dirty rotten brats!!! Now if Gnat gets RSV your gonna be in shit so deep, that I will have to....hmmmm. Bitch about this on my blog for a while. Thanks a lot. Now give your kids a bath, keep them home, and um, yeah quit getting us sick.

Love,
Earthy Birthy

WTF Wednesday one day early

This is my latest edition of WTF Wednesday because my posts here have been so sporadic.

WTF Weather?
First you send us arctic freaking blasts week after agonizing week, now you want us to think that spring is here? This weather is not supposed to last, it is supposed to snow this weekend. WTF!! Also, weather you make people dress so inappropriately. I saw people in tank tops, shorts, and flip-flops today. WTF, it aint even Valentine's yet people!!


WTF Husband?
He comes in to night while I am fixing dinner, haucking up loogies, and then he says I think we need to move to Arizona because now I think I might be coming down with a cold. Um, really, you want to trade me my pregnancy congestion for a little loogy spitting? I have been snotty since before Christmas. And really, Arizona?? NOW??? WTF? Watch what you are saying to the pregnant crazy lady, m-kay??

WTF Loud Cars with missing mufflers and crappy too loud bass sub-woffers?
Do you really think you are cool driving up and down my street? This neighborhood is full of smallish children, so #1 you are probably driving too fast and b. WTF????

Finally, WTF Stupid Family from the Sitter's who has sick kids again?
Okay, I know I am not a big proponet of medical interventions or doctors for that matter, but if your kid gets my kid sick again, I am gonna...??? I am gonna blog about it with full vengence, because I think you are the stupid family, and like I said earlier do ya really want to mess with the Crazy Prego???

Long Time No See

Okay, I admit it, I have not been taking very much time for me lately. I started a new job the same week the Anti-Hippie left for a 2 week stint with the Navy in New York. Leaving me at home with the 2 kiddos. That is all fine and good, except I am pregnant and full of those hormones and I just started a new job for pete's sake. When we planned this New York AT(Annual Training), #1 I was not pregnant and #2 I did not have a job, so when he called and asked how it was going, and I jumped down his throat, those are the 2 main reasons I did so.

So my new classroom is really tiny and I have 13 middle to upper class kindergartners through third graders. The community in which I teach does not acknowledge poverty, even though there is a trailer park directly across the street from the school, albeit, across the tracks too, but I digress. I came into this job because the person who had the classroom quit right after Christmas Break, there are rumors about why, but that is not my concern, my concern is getting this classroom into working order with structure and discipline.

So, the Anti-Hippie arrived back home last week and Gnat and I picked him up from the airport. He had to work the next day so I planned a girlie night with my girlie girls, in honor of the January birthdays. Mrs. Granola came, Earth Muffin was there, as was Aunt KiKi, and K. K is recently separated from her husband, and I barely recognize the woman she has become in the past 2 years of freedom. I am so proud of her for our life stories mirror one another's, and I knew she was the strong woman she is becoming!! (this is the only time I have taken for myself, I need to go get a massage and just learn to relax)

{Anyways, while the Anti-Hippie was gone, I learned that dogs who eat dirty diapers, puke up said dirty diapers and it is really gross!}

So this week was uneventful for the most part, I reconnected with an old friend on Facebook and he has been reading this blog, trying to catch up on my life for the past 14 years. Gnat got sick for the first time on Wednesday and the Anti-Hippie took such good care of her. By Thursday she felt much better, by early Friday morning I was as sick as a dog, and still had to go into work early to put sub plans out on my desk and to get my room prepped for the sub. I was sick all day Friday, UNTIL>>>>>>>> the Anti-Hippie got sick. Then I thought I better get better because who was really going to take care of stuff, now? So here it is 2pm in the afternoon, Gnat is running around the house and mama and papa are sick as dogs in bed. At 4pm I roused myself up to go get Eddy, so that he could entertain Gnat while I caught a few more winks. WRONG>>>>, Eddy wanted to eat, when Eddy wanted to eat so did Gnat, Gnat filled approximately 5 diapers with poo that night, at 7:30 I called Aunt KiKi and told her that I needed her, that the Anti-Hippie and I were dying, and that the kids were running amok. She came over, (from what I barely remember) and put jammies on the baby and rocked her to sleep, while Eddy fell asleep on the floor of the baby's room.
Now, Eddy was a champ that night, running between me and my puke bucket and the Anti-Hippie in the bathroom, updating us on each other and keeping a somewhat good eye on the baby. Saturday morning I woke up feeling much better, and started disinfecting the house. Knock on a huge piece of wood Eddy never got sick.
The Anti-Hippie is another story, I know I am dramatic, but WTF? He could win an Academy Award for his performances, yesterday and today. He actually said to me, 'how are you up moving around?", Well honey one of us has to be, because I am not reliving Friday night again, or DCFS will come and take our kids. And the house smells like sickness and I need to get it cleaned up for the week!!!!

Well, hope you enjoyed this installment stay tuned for more happenings here in V-Town, where the Mamas are pregnant and crazy!!!