I was just about to write a whiny status update on FB about all the things I need to do during my office hour today (12-1, class is at 1), but I thought it kind of deserved its own post because I haven't done nearly enough professional kvetching in the last several months. So, during my office hour, I need to:
Give a makeup exam for three students
Grade three sets of labs
Sort four sets of labs, a set of exams, and the research projects by name so it doesn't take the entire class period to return papers
This is greatly complicated by the fact that Mary woke up at 11:30 last night, pretty much for the day. This was worse for Ryan who ended up spending the night sleeping in a twin bed with her. She had to have a bottle because I had pumped at 10:30 and then they both fell asleep and stayed like that until 6:30. But once I was woken up at 11:30 I couldn't go back to sleep until around 2:00 because I was so freaked out about today.
Today, in addition to the list above, I need to figure out when to go to HEB because we are due for freezing precipitation tonight and over the next three days. Before I can go to HEB I need to plan four solid meatless meals that Wes will actually eat and will actually make everyone full that don't involve pizza and grilled cheese (because we've already done those this week). This is an impossible task.
In addition to that planning, I also had to find a way to go to the elementary school and fill out the referral for the gifted and talented program that we are hoping (HOPING) will be the thing that finally challenges Charlie at school which we are hoping will make him less miserable at school. He has spent the entire semester sinking deeper and deeper into what we now believe to be a clinical situation because of freaking school and the way he spends the whole day getting in trouble for not focusing and staying on task on work that he could have done two years ago.
He hates school and I don't blame him. He is reading on a third grade plus level (I suspect it's higher, but this is as high as his teacher was willing to test him) and only in the last couple of weeks has started bringing home books that actually interest and engage him that are appropriate in difficulty. He says things to us like "One hundred minus two is equal to ninety plus eight" and yet brings home math work adding single digits that is marked wrong because he didn't correctly articulate the "strategy" he used to find the solution. At my parents' house the other day just for fun he used Scrabble letters to write "Abraham Lincoln was the sixteenth president of the United States" but the "word study" work he is bringing home is stuff like fill in the blanks using words from a box to write sentences like "Sam has a brown dog." And he's getting in trouble ALL THE TIME for not focusing. And it is killing him. This is not OK.
He comes home absolutely defeated and then picks on his brothers all afternoon, talks about how "dumb" he is, and has terrible nightmares that keep him awake hours after bedtime. The night we decorated the Christmas tree, no one had the egg nog and pumpkin bread snack I laid out on the counter because halfway through the magical holiday funtime Charlie made a mistake on a drawing and stomped up the stairs screaming, SCREAMING, about how he wished he'd never been born. I can't even bring myself to post any of the happy pictures on here or on Facebook because they just make me so sad and panicky that we're never going to get him back.
He's going to see a therapist this afternoon to address some of the scarier things he's been dealing with and then Ryan and I are going on the public school warpath to improve his situation. He's going on the wait list for the academically accelerated magnet school near us. We're registering him for a Montessori elementary just in case. We're referring him for talented and gifted. I'm considering homeschooling next semester. But first we are going to do everything we can to make the neighborhood school work. And all of that starts today.
And James is potty training. And Mary is four months old. And Wes's best friend in the whole world has turned into an abusive grouch most of the time. And I'm still working. And there are pockets of folded laundry all the freak over the house that I have not had a single moment to put away.
And I still have to come up with some magic dinner that will make everyone happy that is not pizza for tonight.