The First Day of School

Today is the first day of school. Public school that is. School my kids refuse to go to. That they vehemently refuse to even ponder. This is supposed to be a sad day for me because T2 is supposed to be starting Kindergarten today by "normal" school standards. Instead, it's simply a remind at how inept the system is for us. T2 would fail being in a big class of kindergartners all day.  He can't behave himself all day at HOME. He can't sit still. He can't undo his pants. BUT, at the same time, my wee man is doing all 1st grade work. He is having trouble writing, which MAY be one of the only things he DOES to that is age appropriate. There will be no first day of school photos. No dropping him off at class and leaving him. No having time without kids here.

Then we have savant child T1, who is giddy at the only geography book we could find - a 3rd grade book. She loves it. She's trucking though her 2nd grade materials a a swift speed. She's 6-1/2. The child cannot figure out how to do basic skills like pour juice, turn on bath water, wash her hair, put on shoes, BUT, she is figuring out ON HER OWN how to solve things like 4*5 +7*5 at 6. For the kicks and giggles of it. She has blatantly said that if we ever try to send her to "big school" she will do everything she can to get kicked out. She'll kick the teacher, start fights, punch people, be stubborn, etc. Sooo yeah. We clearly need to work on those interpersonal skills some more. 

A Catch Up Post...

I've been trying to find something positive to post. I've just decided  that right now we're in a valley and  to go ahead and just be a Negative Nelly. In the last week  I've:

1. Caught my car on fire from my ipod charger. It resulted in a ruined charger and a mildly burned hand. Obviously could have been MUCH worse, but really REALLY. A charger CATCHING fire???!!


2. I have injured my left hand. The same one where I tore the tendon in my left thumb. I've got an appointment with the hand guy tomorrow. Lets just say my typing and txting is special with 1 thumb. At least I have a hand guy, but DAMN it hurts.

3. Took T1 to the ped. today, she has a big ol' nasty sty on her left eye. It's... Funky. It's really uncomfortable for her. When she's uncomfortable, it's very noticeable in her behavior.

4. A small one is I completely ruined dinner tonight. Which in comparison is completely minor. But Holy Cow. I put the chicken in at 4:15. At 5:45 it's bleeding still. EWWWWW sooo Taco Bell it is.

5. And the not so small one. We had to put Luke down on Saturday. It was a hard decision, but once we really got into it - fairly easy - because it was the correct one. He has a big tumor, he was whimpering when he sat down and could barely get back up (and that's with the mattress for a bed), he was loosing tons of fur, he was partially deaf, he was starting to get bad cataracts, several of his teeth were rotting. We COULD have spend several hundreds of dollars and patched him back together for 6 months or so, but ultimately whether that would have been the right choice or not? No. C and I went back and forth a bit on this, but to leave him as he was just seemed cruel.

T2 -1 Dentist - 0

T2 won the dentist battle. He will not win the war. Unfortunately, for the war to be won, next Monday he will be completely sedated to remove his shark teeth. (His adult teeth grew in behind his baby teeth and now the baby teeth have to be removed to make room for the adult teeth.) T2 is none to thrilled about the dentist. He never has been. In fact, when we went to the dentist yesterday he pulled one of his OWN teeth out in an attempt to thwart them (it was already wiggly, so it's not THAT bad.) He still has 2 more that need to go.  I got him near a chair. I got him to put his behind IN a chair. THEN. The chair moved. That was then end of the experience. He is PETRIFIED of chairs that move. His ass came so far out of that chair, I had to catch him before he bolted. The dentist hadn't even made it over to him yet. He was sobbing. Now, I know he hates the dentist, so, I had given him some Xanax that we have for the kids for such occasions to make it so we can get them to and from the dentists and such. Even WITH a full pill, he wouldn't even consider sitting on the chair that moved.

The dentist came over and looked at his teeth from afar. Confirmed that they did need to come out and got us scheduled for their next earliest time, all the while assuring me that he has to do that all the time for scared kids. While I understand THAT. The boy is afraid. Of. A. CHAIR.  He was really ok with the idea of getting his teeth pulled. I had him convinced it wasn't going to hurt. But the chair moved. Curse you chair.