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grammarwoman) wrote2009-01-09 03:03 pm
grammarwoman) wrote2009-01-09 03:03 pm
No good deed…
I'm confused today (in a different sort of way from my usual confusion). You see, yesterday felt so much like a Monday that I'm having a hard time believing today is Friday.
Seriously, yesterday I could have sworn I was stuck in a perpetual series of "good news, bad news" jokes.
For example:
Good news – all the problems that came up in the first QA test were from the other guy's code, so I fixed them and patched up some data import issues before restarting the whole QA process.
Bad news – the normally hyper-competent DBA messed up several times applying my changes, so I spent a few hours being unable to find where the index violations were, because there weren't actually any.
Good news – I haven't given blood in a few years, so yesterday I stopped by the blood donation bus that was visiting my workplace.
Bad news – The nurses fucked up the draw from both of my arms (having waved off all my warnings that my veins are tricky, the reason why I haven't given blood for a few years) and were unable to get a full donation, leaving me bruised and having wasted the better portion of an hour for nothing.
Good news – The Emperor was waiting for me at the front desk with a big smile as he "helped" the woman covering the front desk make copies.
Bad news – He was banished to the front desk because he had been running around the classroom and hitting his friends.
I'll admit, coming off of having spent almost two full weeks running after the Emperor at home, I'm a bit low on the patience reserves. (For the weeks of Christmas and New Year's, the daycare was open a total of four days out of the usual ten, for which we still had to pay full price. I agree that teachers need days off, too, but not more than I'm getting, dammit!) But it just seems like he's getting worse, not better.
I was hoping that the move to the older kids class (he's now with 4-5 year olds, instead of 3 year olds) would solve some of his issues, like playing too rough with the other kids and not being challenged scholastically. Unfortunately, that meant giving up his old teacher, the fabulous Miss S., who was young but still a no-nonsense mom, for his new ones: Miss A, a boppy young cheerleader who talks in an artificially high voice to the kids, and Miss Sh, who's a fashionista tanorexic. I mean, really: high heels to chase pre-schoolers? WTF?
So now I'm trying hard not to dislike his teachers for horribly superficial reasons and being uncomfortable with change (because it's scary and hard, y'all). Then Miss Sh pulls me aside yesterday to ask if we've ever had the Emperor evaluated by a doctor, because he really seems to have trouble focusing and paying attention, even though he's bright.
I managed to hold it together long enough to mutter a "That's very interesting" and sweep the Emperor out to the car (without having to physically pick him up, thank goodness – my arms were really sore from the ill-fated blood draws) before I started losing it.
I just…*sigh*. I thought that once we made it past the autistic question, we were safe, y'know? Now I'm all crazy with wondering if he truly does have a problem like ADHD, or if this is a nurture failure on the home and/or school front. I don't want to be one of Those Parents who drugs up their kid at the first sign of non-conformity, but he really is being difficult at home, with things like not paying attention to what we're saying and pushing the damn limits all the time, usually with an insolent smirk. The fallout tantrums from being reprimanded and timed-out are getting more frequent, too.
I think my first line of attack will be talking to my dad, who's got decades of experience in Special Education and dealing with potentially problematic kid's conditions.
I can't tell you how much I don't want to deal with this, but I know, like most developmental problems, it's better to catch this now rather than later.
And now I'm off to the make-up holiday party at daycare, postponed from three weeks ago when daycare was closed due to a bad ice storm. Too bad I'm fresh out of holiday spirit.
Seriously, yesterday I could have sworn I was stuck in a perpetual series of "good news, bad news" jokes.
For example:
Good news – all the problems that came up in the first QA test were from the other guy's code, so I fixed them and patched up some data import issues before restarting the whole QA process.
Bad news – the normally hyper-competent DBA messed up several times applying my changes, so I spent a few hours being unable to find where the index violations were, because there weren't actually any.
Good news – I haven't given blood in a few years, so yesterday I stopped by the blood donation bus that was visiting my workplace.
Bad news – The nurses fucked up the draw from both of my arms (having waved off all my warnings that my veins are tricky, the reason why I haven't given blood for a few years) and were unable to get a full donation, leaving me bruised and having wasted the better portion of an hour for nothing.
Good news – The Emperor was waiting for me at the front desk with a big smile as he "helped" the woman covering the front desk make copies.
Bad news – He was banished to the front desk because he had been running around the classroom and hitting his friends.
I'll admit, coming off of having spent almost two full weeks running after the Emperor at home, I'm a bit low on the patience reserves. (For the weeks of Christmas and New Year's, the daycare was open a total of four days out of the usual ten, for which we still had to pay full price. I agree that teachers need days off, too, but not more than I'm getting, dammit!) But it just seems like he's getting worse, not better.
I was hoping that the move to the older kids class (he's now with 4-5 year olds, instead of 3 year olds) would solve some of his issues, like playing too rough with the other kids and not being challenged scholastically. Unfortunately, that meant giving up his old teacher, the fabulous Miss S., who was young but still a no-nonsense mom, for his new ones: Miss A, a boppy young cheerleader who talks in an artificially high voice to the kids, and Miss Sh, who's a fashionista tanorexic. I mean, really: high heels to chase pre-schoolers? WTF?
So now I'm trying hard not to dislike his teachers for horribly superficial reasons and being uncomfortable with change (because it's scary and hard, y'all). Then Miss Sh pulls me aside yesterday to ask if we've ever had the Emperor evaluated by a doctor, because he really seems to have trouble focusing and paying attention, even though he's bright.
I managed to hold it together long enough to mutter a "That's very interesting" and sweep the Emperor out to the car (without having to physically pick him up, thank goodness – my arms were really sore from the ill-fated blood draws) before I started losing it.
I just…*sigh*. I thought that once we made it past the autistic question, we were safe, y'know? Now I'm all crazy with wondering if he truly does have a problem like ADHD, or if this is a nurture failure on the home and/or school front. I don't want to be one of Those Parents who drugs up their kid at the first sign of non-conformity, but he really is being difficult at home, with things like not paying attention to what we're saying and pushing the damn limits all the time, usually with an insolent smirk. The fallout tantrums from being reprimanded and timed-out are getting more frequent, too.
I think my first line of attack will be talking to my dad, who's got decades of experience in Special Education and dealing with potentially problematic kid's conditions.
I can't tell you how much I don't want to deal with this, but I know, like most developmental problems, it's better to catch this now rather than later.
And now I'm off to the make-up holiday party at daycare, postponed from three weeks ago when daycare was closed due to a bad ice storm. Too bad I'm fresh out of holiday spirit.