Today is a quiet day. GB had book fair today and she was eager to get to school. I left for acupuncture as soon as GB was on the bus. The Dad took care of Hope and put her on the bus. I briefly wondered if Hope had taken the right medication, but I shook the thought off. I have not answered any calls from any of the people that work with Hope. After acupuncture, I took three hours to sit with an old friend at the hospital. Today was a good day for him and we enjoyed ourselves.

GB was approved for waiver services because of her developmental disability. I don’t actually have a medicaid card for her, but I do have a paper saying she was approved and that the card will be coming. Two years this took. It will be another 3 months before we can actually apply for services. I ran an ad on Graig*s list, saying I was looking for a special ed/psychology masters student to spend 3 – 10 hours a week with GB, starting with teaching her to ride a two wheeler. I was surprised at the number of replies I received. One of the responders was a special ed teacher who played softball in the league I ran for 10 years. She was a kind, reliable, athletic kid and her parents were really nice people. She comes Saturday to meet GB. With all the people taking Hope out and buying her stuff, I want GB to have some of that even though she is not a behavior problem.

Yesterday, The Dad took GB and Hope to Friendly*s for dinner. Mary Poppins just happened to be there. Hope chose to have a granddaddy of a meltdown. Karma? Maybe.

I am still numb after yesterday, and do not know how to feel or what to think. I see my therapist tomorrow.


Today I have spent my day attempting to speak to the Superintendent of schools. After having gone through the bus company, the building principal, and the Director of Special Education, I refused to play the Superintendent-Go-Round game the district wanted me to play. First, you speak to the secretary so she can schedule you with the Superintendent’s Administrative Assistant. Then she passes along the information the the Assistant Superintendent to see if he can keep you from bothering the real Superintendent. I have been playing these games all week and I am not playing anymore. I just called the lowly secretary to leave a message for the Superintendent. The message was ” If I do not speak to the Superintendent by 3:30 and get this issue resolved so that I feel safe putting my brown, autistic child on the bus tomorrow morning, I will be hiring a lawyer this afternoon and speaking to the papers tomorrow”.  I am so tired of dealing with sh*t.  My health is worth more then the school district’s convenience.