A whole lot of life going on

Posted by Angelique on April 19, 2008

I know it’s been a while since I wrote my intro blog, but I have been busy, busy, busy.

First things first, my son, Tommy, is now staying at my mom’s house half time. A couple of weeks ago, he had a huge blowout. Basically, my daughter was yelling at me because she was put to bed early as a punishment for being late to school most of the week before, and he thought she was yelling at him, so he stormed into her room and yelled at her, scaring her. As a result, because he is not allowed anywhere near her room when he is angry, I told him to go to bed. Well, he out and out refused over and over again. Things escalated to where I told him he would not be allowed to go to his father’s house that weekend. It was an all out war at that point, so I called my Mom and my Dad talked to him for a while. Tommy had gotten into bed, but he had still been yelling at me all the way until his Grandpa talked to him on the phone. Even then, he was still very aggitated, but he eventually calmed down. After the dust settled, we told him that if he acted like that again, we would move right now rather than wait till June.

Things were fine until about a week or so later, the day of my daughter, Anna’s, birthday party. Tommy had been going everywhere with me all day to get everything ready. He was opening the car door for me, he was carrying bags, and being really great. But then, right before we left to get the cake, my ex-husband showed up and went with us. Tommy all of a sudden forgot his manners. He didn’t open the door for me and started giving me a little bit of attitude (I think because his father was there). Anyway, the party was great. We had pizza, soda, and cake. Everyone was happy. Then my ex left to go home and we had to go to Walgreens to get a prescription. Inside the store Tommy asked me if he could go to the toy aisle. I said we didn’t have time. That’s when the *%@# hit the fan. He started yelling at me in the middle of Walgreens. I told him that just because he missed his dad was no reason for him to give me an attitude. That just made it worse. He said that it wasn’t because of his dad, it was because of his temper, he just can’t control it. Well, the yelling continued throughout the rest of the night until he went to bed. In the morning, I went to wake him up for an appointment, and he wouldn’t get up. I tried four times to wake him up nicely. When it didn’t work, I yelled at him to get up. It didn’t help. He just started yelling at me because I yelled at him. After a while, I ended up calling the doctor’s office and cancelling the appointment. I found out that the appointment was actually for the day before, so I would’ve had to cancel anyway, but I felt bad because I couldn’t get him to stop yelling and therefore had to cancel. Right after that, I called my mom crying and told her that I couldn’t handle it anymore. I couldn’t handle being yelled at constantly.

So we all decided it was for the best interest of everyone involved that he move down with my Mom & Dad for a while. The reason I say it is only half time is because this month he is coming back with me for one week for an appointment, and in May, he will be staying with me for the last two weeks while my Mom is out of town. Then in June we will move down here with him. He seems to be doing really good here, but I think that has a lot to do with the fact that there are two adults here to back each other up. He still gets an attitude when I come on the weekends, but my mom thinks that is out of habit. Hopefully it’s a habit he will break once I move down for good.

Anna has also been keeping me busy. She had some bloodwork done in March and we got the results back. The neurologist said that her thyroid, blood count, liver test, and something else all came back normal. Her EEG also came back. He said it was borderline which is still okay. That was good news. But he said her bone age was two deviations from the norm. She is an 11 year old girl with a bone age of 13. So he recommended that she see an endochrinologist. We have that appointment at the end of June. She also saw her podiatrist. He said that the medicine she takes for pain before bed can also be taken in the morning if she is hurting. Lots of doctors, lots of appointments for both kids. Oh yeah, we also had a court date to answer for all her absences and tardies in school. I really did not enjoy that. Basically, the judge said that I needed to get papers to the school saying that she has an ongoing condition and it will interfere with her attendance. I did that. But when I asked the girl at the desk to write a note on letterhead from the school saying that I turned in those papers that were requested by the judge, she looked at me as if she didn’t know what I was talking about. She just asked if she could send it home with Anna. I said okay. Well, I got that letter from Anna’s backpack that afternoon. It wasn’t a letter, it was a sheet from the school handbook with highlighted areas saying that notes for absences need to be turned in within 48 hours……I KNOW THAT……so I ended up having to go back to the school the next monday and ask the same girl for a new note. I told her that the judge specifically asked for a letter saying that they recieved the paperwork from the doctor saying that she has an ongoing condition…….She still looked at me like there was nothing going on upstairs. But she wrote a letter this time. It said that they “recieved the note excusing Anna’s absences but that school policy is that the notes need to be in within 48 hours after the absence.”………I told her again what it was supposed to say. She changed “note” to “medical records”. I settled for that. I figured if she still didn’t get it after explaining it three times, it was hopeless. So when I took the letter to the courthouse, I went ahead and had them make copies of the doctor’s letters and records also. Hopefully that will be good enough. I guess we’ll find out.

Then, on top of all that, my daughter gave me a virus of some kind. So now I have been sick for the last week. I hope it goes away soon, because every time I think I am getting better, I get worse again. I had to try and study for my psychology test this last wednesday through bouts of coughing and cold spells. I don’t think I have to actually say this, but it didn’t go well. It was open book, but I couldn’t concentrate or find a lot of the answers. I hope I can at least have a B on it. I’ll be lucky if I even get that.

So, needless to say, right now I look like the walking dead and feel like I am about three steps away from the grave. But I thought it might be nice to come on here and update everyone. I hope all of you are feeling better than I am. If I survive, I will write again later.