I'm in a bad mood. Period. A fantastic time to blog, eh? Currently I've been sending out emails around my county to figure out what the hell *I'm* supposed to be doing next regarding Max and speech therapy through the public school system. I am beginning to form opinions. I was the cool homeschooler that was open and casual regarding homeschool vs. public school. ...was... They are not making this easy for me. I left Max's IEP meeting with a promise to further testing along the autism scale in a convenient and timely manner. A very re-assuring "WE'LL call YOU." One chicky got back to me the very next week. After that test she even admitted, "I don't know why we have to drag you through all this. He obviously needs Speech." That was May 15th. What... hmm... 7 WEEKS AGO? Max's case worker through Babies Can't Wait once told me, "The squeakiest wheel gets the most attention". That statement is amazingly valuable. I'm not good at being a squeaky wheel. In fact, I find it to be embarrassing. However, I am about to get hella squeaky on their ass. Vent over.
Well, the weekend was fantastic. I took a few pictures for you:
Mmm... hmmm... that about sums that up. Mess. Mess. Mess. Yes, we are still working on the effed-up laundry situation. So the first picture, my friends, is... a load of laundry... in my bathtub. Do not underestimate the weight of a few wet towels! I do not have a damn clue how the previous owners of this house did laundry, but since the laundry room is down stairs, it needs a way to pump water UP to the pipes to go OUT. Our washing machine is working just fine... our pump... not so much. Being on the ol' cash plan, its going to be interesting pulling it together to buy a new pump... but... I have no idea when the Hubs will have the time to put it in. Just as an example, the guy worked until 10pm Friday night! (After getting there at 5am... you'd think he was the dang CEO or something.) The psycho part of me thought, "Hey, it might be fun washing clothes like this! Just like the pioneers!" A few minutes later, the normal part of me thought, "damn. this sucks." Always something, right??
I did get out this weekend. If only for a little while. I put a few more minutes into my 'Don't-go-ape-shit-crazy' bank. When things have gotten nutty on this fine 100 degree Monday, I have whisked my brain back to the dim light of the Longhorn Steakhouse table featuring grown-up conversation.
The three older kiddos got out to see Madagascar 3 this weekend which fueled my spontaneous, "POLKA DOT, POLKA DOT AFRO!" outbursts. I can't help it. It just comes to me. Maybe because my life is a circus. And by the way, my Siskel and Eberts highly recommend it.
So I will leave you now with a few pictures. While not exciting for you, I love to log this shit so that one day, while sitting in the lap of luxury (or what is left to FEEL like the lap of luxury), I will look back to this day and proclaim,
"REMEMBER WHEN WE USED TO DO LAUNDRY IN THE TUB. WEREN'T WE APE-SHIT-CRAZY???!"
And Edith will add...
...those were the days!